Adult fantasies, pornstories, and dirty novels
I was lying face-down on my bed in a bit of a daze…. gasping for air…. my breasts squashed beneath my chest and my legs spread wide, as a stream of warm, creamy spunk leaked slowly out of my throbbing pussy. Keith… my sister’s husband… had just finished pounding his enormous hard-on into my drenched […]
After leaving her night shift guy in safe hands Jessica made her way up to the room Lee had booked for the night. Tapping her card against the door she made her way in to find that Lee was already waiting for her. He sat casually in one of the antique chairs, absent mindedly scrolling […]
My wife, Nicolett, and I have been together for a few years. We had a pretty good sex life, but did not venture into the kinkier side of things. I had shared some of my fantasies and wants but she either would give a hard “no” or never try, even if I asked while we […]
I’m 19, 5ft 10 and 112 pounds, white South African, Dutch decent, my parents moved us to the U.S. when I was three. I work part time in a shop and I am an aspiring model. I have an agent for booking modeling jobs and so far I have worked with 5 photographers and done […]
We put on our swim clothes and headed out to the water. At least the beach was nice. There were shady Cabanas with chairs already set up for the patrons that were just a few yards from the water. The waves gently caressed the beach and blue water was right up close to the edge. […]
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 […]
My Grandma, Hazel La Forge was a farm girl who grew up in New Madrid County, a small farming community in the southeast Missouri bootheel. The family farm was just over 2000 acres of prime fertile land bordering the banks of the Mississippi River. The property was flat and easy to plow. Each harvest was […]
My name is Karl, and as I write this I am 53 years old. In 1983 I was twenty-six years old with blond hair, blue eyes, and as a distant runner had a slim build: six feet, 165 pounds. I married a girl named Jill. She was an attractive, outgoing twenty-five year old: 5’7”, 125 […]
Samantha stared blankly at the trade magazine in her lap, the words swimming randomly in front of her eyes like drops of rain rolling up a windshield coated with Rain-X. She hated these late-night conference calls with the Hong Kong office. They were so unproductive lately. Everyone was still nervous about the Chinese. Not that […]
I was 18 and met a girl at a dance. I was staying with my Aunt and Uncle while working on their ranch and often had their house to myself. We went to a movie one night and ended up going to the house. We were on the couch kissing and she let me undo […]
If you were to ask Frank Kazarra what he thought about the building, ten to one he’d say “Magnifico!” But he’s biased! He not only owns it, he also built it. The six-story edifice is on the corner of Classic Place and Manor Avenue. It is officially called The Kazarra Apartments but the tenants refer […]
It was ten-thirty on a beautiful April morning when Conchi Thorne, the woman in Apartment 6-B, looked at her nude self in the bathroom mirror. She was preparing herself for Keith Broys who would come to her at eleven. Her breasts showed fair and firm in the long mirror; coral tipped and slightly aquiver in […]
In this, day and age with hordes of young people, hippy and otherwise, warring against the establishment, politically, socially, morally and sexually, there is a great urge, among them to try anything at all that’s taboo, just for the sake of rebelling. And if the opportunity for a “new kick” presents itself – a kick […]
In the course of history, bestial practices have not only been a private pastime but in various places and times have played a part in religious rituals, witchcraft rites, and public spectacles for the titillation of the masses. It is hardly surprising that the ancient Romans who made a arena spectacle out of everything from […]
Wanda Turner, a lovely twenty-two-year-old teacher, was reclining on a sofa in the principal’s office. Sitting behind his desk, the man was quietly admiring her bare thighs under the short skirt she was wearing. Classes had been dismissed about thirty minutes before and, as usual, Wanda had joined the principal in his office. “Goddamn,” the […]