I am twenty years old and had recently broken up with my girlfriend. She was fairly inhibited and we enjoyed our sex together. I had been reading an erotic book and got a sudden urge for some sexual activity. I decided to go to a massage parlour but not one of the local ones where
“Damn it. Why can’t you ever wait for me to cum? All you have to do is be patient. Twenty years and you still don’t know how to get me off. Some husband I married” my mother shouted. I hurried back to my room, as my mother would certainly be headed for the washroom after
Jennifer was born horny. She was cock crazy ever since she first saw her little brother nude as a child. After she got her first job and moved to the big city the first thing she bought was a lifelike dildo. She got a model that vibrated and even had a set of testicles she
Before you EVEN close this, I have one thing to say. This is not about smoking pot. This is about something a tad more personal. No matter how much I try, I can only last seven minutes. So why the title? Do the math: seven minutes, each with sixty seconds. 420. At first I thought
For a few years after my wife had got gangbanged on a Greek ferry we took our holidays at home, in order to avoid Susan getting out of hand whilst under the influence of cheap booze. Eventually we decided to go to Lanzerote in the Canary Islands. On our first three days there, the weather
My wife Beth and I recently moved to a new city and haven’t had an opportunity to make any new friends yet. When I asked her what she wanted for her birthday present this year, she didn’t hesitate to tell me that she wanted to meet some new friends and have a gang bang. Ever
Girl stood waiting for her turn; her muscles trembled with nervous energy as her owner’s hand moved soothingly over her stomach, inspecting one last time to assure that all was ready for her moment of glory. When her owner signaled, Girl assumed the display position; wrists together behind her back, elbows held sharply, painfully back
Holly Hamill was a little drunk. Not much, just a little tipsy and giggly. She walked into the living room of the old house with her husband Matt. Just behind them came her sister Riannon and her husband Sean. They had all been out to dinner and had had a few bottles of wine. Holly
Think about being at a boring party on a Saturday night. The place is fairly crowded, everybody’s drinking and some hot music is blasting out of the stereo. But, the thing that’s lack- ing is that spark of excitement that makes a party successful. Suddenly an attractive couple starts to neck passionately on the dance
Hi, my name is Karl Radvanyi. This story is about a time in my life that I’ll never forget. It is a true story, not the whole story, but as much of it as I’m willing to tell the world. It took place just about a month before my 16th birthday, when my parents sat
My friend Lane seems to always have horrible breath in the morning. I wonder why… Three or four times a year we would go camping in the mountains for a couple of weeks and have a good time telling stories and drinking beer. Sometimes we would go with a group of friends but most times
Ann awoke. Her throat was parched. It actually hurt. Too much seawater. She could hear the waves breaking nearby. How had she survived? She remembered the fishing vessel and how it suddenly capsized in rough seas. There wasn’t time to signal the Coast Guard. The ship sank quickly. Oh. Jack. Surely he made it. She
“Shit I’m out of beer,” said Tommy. I turned my head and watched him pull on his jacket. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m going out for some beer.” “Well, untie me then. You can’t leave me like this.” “I want to think about you naked and tied to my table while I’m gone;
I pick you up at the airport. As I usher you into my car, I’ve order you to open your leather trench coat so that I can observe if you have followed my specific instructions on what you were to wear to meet me. Unfastening the belt of your coat, you reveal to me the
My name is Peter Morris and this is my story. I really don’t quite know where I should begin. You see I’ve kept a kind of journal over the last few months in which I jotted down notes on things that’ve happen to me. I did so in an attempt to try to make sense