It was a distinct surprise to Mr. Duchose to find himself in the empty white room, still lying in bed, but clearly not the bed, nor the room, where he had fallen asleep. He didn’t seem to feel entirely himself in other ways. When he’d retired for the night, he felt a distinct soreness in
Diana opened the buttons of her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her small, well formed breasts stood straight out. Topped with lovely pink nipples. My mouth dropped open as I stared at my daughter’s tits. “Diana,” I said, “button your blouse.” But she just smiled as she slowly removed it! Then she walked over
It all began with a letter Charles received on Friday after being home ill for a week with an undiagnosed lower abdominal disturbance. I had a nice chat with your wife Paula, the other day. We both agreed that you need a new direction in your life to help you stop playing this silly role-swapping
I’m 32 and have been married to Greg for 11 years now. As far as I know, Greg has always been a faithful husband and I have no reason to believe that he has ever cheated on me. I, on the other hand, cannot say the same about myself. I’ve been fucked by many other
I have to admit it; she was just what I wanted, my dream girl, my jerk-off fantasy. I could hardly believe it. But there she was in her tiny plaid skirt and tight white shirt, her half bra showing through, her pink nipples jutting and stretching the thin cloth and even a plaid ribbon holding
I’m in my final year at university, where I’m studying archaeology. My life lately is filled with studies and lectures and research. There’s almost no time left for a social life, so to relieve the pressure I have to jerk off a lot, and fantasize. The fantasy I’ve had a lot lately, one that I’ve
Mike smiled at the girl on the couch. She returned an inviting smile and he took a seat at her side, touching her from shoulder to thigh. He had always thought that Susan was the prettiest girl in his class, but he had never worked up the courage to tell her. He turned his face
I did nothing wrong. What I did was not illegal, and I won’t go to jail. Was it ethical? Moral, religiously, politically correct… probably not. But it wasn’t really illegal. Obviously I don’t want my name associated with the events though. Have you ever had a secret? Have you ever done something so deliciously, saucy,
My own particular kink is to watch my wife, who is 36, being fucked by young boys of about 16. I travel into London each day for work and therefore have ample opportunity to contact many young boys kicking around the streets. They are only too pleased to sink their rampant young pricks between the
Early this morning when I got back from my latest adventure, he was waiting for me in the bedroom to perform my confession ritual which was always the same; we undressed, got into bed and he pushed his face onto my come filled pussy. He didn’t ever want me to take a shower first. He
The storm was getting nearer the thunder was louder now than it had been moments ago. With looks of worry was on both their faces they decided to go to bed to hide from the approaching storm. I was pretty tired so I followed them up to my room shortly after I had been in
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The thought of watching his sister screw excited Justin. Janet was fifteen, and a cute girl with blond hair and a nice smile. She had had sex before, and he had always wondered what it would be like to watch her do it. He’d seen her naked
“Hello! Webart by Design! How can I help you?” The youthful voice said over the phone. “You can stop working and go outside to play,” I said. “Oh, daddy,” my daughter half whined, half chuckled. “Are you coming home?” “I should be there soon. Do you know if we need anything at the store?” “I
My dotage was not so far advanced that I couldn’t get the old boy to polish up quite nicely into some semblance of erectile muscle and throbbing gristle. Occasionally, he would even put out for me and eject a thin stream of jizz, but it needed the stimulant of my past life to get him
My own foray into debauchery began innocently enough. Growing up in rural Wisconsin, I, like any other number of people my age had our assigned ‘chores’ to do on our parent’s farms. Some of my own chores included feeding the animals twice a day morning and evening. It was during one of these evening feedings