The next day it appeared people were sleeping in. I got up early and went to the kitchen to make coffee. As I walked down the hallway, passing several bedrooms, I could hear the moans and groans coming from behind the bedroom doors. I thought there must be a fuck fest going on this morning.
It’s Saturday! I thought to myself as I awoke to the sun shining into my window through slightly cracked blinds. Saturday is the day I always spend with my best friend Jennifer. We have been friends for years and stayed friends through my teenage pregnancy as well as two subsequent divorces. Through all that Jennifer
Betrayal, a word you never think of ’til it happens to you. The dictionary defines it as the action of betraying one’s country, a group, or a person; treachery. Treachery, yeah that’s more of what I feel it is. As I said, no one really thinks of it ’til it happens to you. Ok, to
You see, it is a small village we live in. A new community of newly build houses. If you open any gay app here, you will find noone that realy makes you’re dick twitch. Me and my husband just moved into our own small bungalow here. Just enough room for us two. Since we won’t
Frosted glass on the windows made me think of my up coming tryst. It had been a while, maybe 4-5 months. I was getting bored with my married lover; Allen was red-haired and sensitive with a neat mustahce and once magic fingers. But he just couldn’t make me cum anymore. I would find myself fantasizing
Amber kissed her husband Stan goodbye and stood at the door as he left to go to work like she did every morn- ing. She waved cheerfully to him as he pulled out of the drive of their spacious home, the sleeve of her robe slipping down her arm as she waved. Closing the door
Their bodies slid effortlessly against each other, the thin layer of oil making them just slippery enough to almost merged. She gasped as Jennifer’s wet pussy straddled her leg and left a long wet line of cum on her thigh as she slid down and off her. Amy was a virgin to being with a
After a long shower where I replayed the final seduction of my mother, I smiled at how successful it had been. I then shifted my focus to the next part of my master plan…to seduce Olivia. I got out of the shower, tossed on a robe and went to mom’s room with an idea of
My mom has a amazing figure. She has big boobs and butt. Most of the people love to admire her. Last time I fucked mom with the help of my dad. At the end while leaving my mom said to invite Raghav who is my best friend to the house because he loves mom and
I frowned, and shook my head. My best friend from my college days was visiting me, and it was like nothing had changed. His attitude, his self-importance, his subtle maintaining of himself as the focal point of every girl in the room. It was all the same. What was so confusing about all this was
Let me give y’all a bit of backstory in case you don’t already know me. My name is Brian, and I’m dating this girl named Ashley. We’ve been together for a few years now. Ashley is a very… outgoing person. She’s not shy at all, and in fact, she’s a bit of an open book,
His two hands gripped her hips, his thumbs almost touched near her spine, the tips of his middle fingers brushed each other, halfway between her pubis and her belly button. Veins and muscle fibers telegraphed through the skin on his forearms, bearing her weight and pulling him down toward his hips. Legs kicked frantically at
Alan had just gotten connected to the internet and trying out various options available to users of the system. One day he discovered some of the different newsgroups available to him so he downloaded a couple. In the weeks following, he really got into reading and thinking about them, especially some of the bisexual, interracial
My wife had been feeling quite horny recently and she couldn’t seem to get enough sex. Even though we sometime had a hot fuck session twice a night, I could tell that there was still something missing. We always had good sex and she claimed she was getting enough but I could tell something was
Today is my 32nd birthday. Sitting here on a beach chaise next to the pool, I am holding the diary I’ve kept since I was 16. My entries are limited to my numerous and varied sexual encounters. One day I may have my adventures published– anonymously, of course. But right now, let me share a