I opened my eyes and sighed. The dream was going so well: I had money, power, and most of all, a loving boyfriend. At 19 years of age without having had any sort of lover, I have come to feel a little… undesired. All of my friends have had some sort of relationship with guys.
I disembark from the watercraft and get my bearings. I am standing on a long dock that juts out into the bay where our seaplane recently set down. The dock ends at a smooth white beach, beyond which is a tropical forest and a group of structures rising up among the vegetation. On the far
Marcella and I were a perfect match. I was in my 40s and just out of a 20 year marriage with all sorts of sexual fantasies She was divorced, in her 30s and scaring guys off with her sexual desires, fantasies and needs. On our first date she was very touchy with her hands. We
Hi, my name is Vera and I’m 28 years old. I live in Prague and have a daughter and I am happily married. That is, I have been happily married for five years, but lately some embarrassing things have happened and that’s what I want to tell you about now. I have recently given birth
My sister Jennifer blindfolded me and drove me somewhere. In all our years of fucking, we surprise each other constantly. We went into a house, I think, and someone put a hood over my head to replace the blindfold. Then I was led downstairs and my hands were cuffed in leather restraints and my arms
“At last!” I shouted, after I sneaked a peek through the blinds. I wanted to make sure the Gang of Four couldn’t hear me for two reasons. One, if they did, maybe they’d turn around and come back. Two, they might high five each other if they heard my exasperation. But Laurel, Felicity, Mimi and
“I think we’re probably evenly matched,” said Robin. She was wearing a workout outfit and looking in the full length mirror in our bedroom. I was taking off my clothes after coming home from a late meeting, and she was about to hit the shower. “What do you mean?” I asked her. “I mean physically,”
Greg gave the rope that tied his sweet slave Allie’s hands behind her back one more good pull just to make sure the bindings where secure. The young, blond woman was bent over in bed, a stack of old towels supporting her so she could comfortably lie with her ass in the air, Allie was
“Hey there sexy sisters! What’ll it take to make you break your vows?” called out the young black man. The two young nuns ignored him as they walked by the cheap hotel room. His friend, who was sitting on the car out the front chimed in, “Come on baby, you didn’t need to become a
I am an attractive 29 year old professional woman with a reasonably good income. I live in New York City in a nice apartment near Washington Square. About four years ago I started having an insatiable craving for sex. That’s a pretty dramatic way to start this little story but I might as well get
Sharon and I married quite young. I was just out of the Army and, while I don’t think I was really in love with her, it was customary at the time to marry the girl back home. Sharon was not very affectionate. I think she got that from her father, Mike. Her mother, on the
Let me begin by saying I am not proud of what happened, I am overwhelmed with guilt and dismay. I feel dirty and worthless because what happened, is not me. That is not the person I am. But I can’t dismiss the fact that “it happened”. I’m telling my story because I have to get
Rose walked into the club, her black dress fitting tightly against her. Men watched her with hungry eyes, and she watched them with hungry eyes as well. Their blood was… intoxicating. She walked to the dance floor, rubbing up against several men just to feel them. She could smell their arousal, of course, but just
“Asshole!” “Yep. And you love watching it get fucked – don’t you?” I grinned back at my wife. “Only fair. You can’t seem to get enough of mine.” She smiled lazily at me. “I’d kiss you for that but I seem to be tied up for the moment…” I jerked a thumb over my shoulder
I drifted between sleep and wakefulness. My skin was dotted with sweat, and the sweat smelled of rum. I was dreaming drunken dreams in the sultry morning humidity. It was that hour before dawn when the human beast is at his weakest; when most people take their last breath; when magic happens. One minute I