One day I was talking to me friend Enzos Niki and brought the subject up. Enzos Niki had never read such a story before. Since we were at my house, I got the magazine out and let her read it. She didn’t get as turned on as I did, but said that she’d like to
I become a porno star. You should know that I’m neither a recovering nymphomaniac nor an amateur easy-after-a- few-drinks-take-me-home-and-have-your-nasty-way-with-me nymphomaniac. Instead, I’m an ardent, unabashed, full- fledged, let-it-all-hang-out, celebrating, practicing, sucking, fucking, raging, roaring, whoring nymphomaniac. Mrs. Goddard looks very different out of her lacy see- through chemise and back in her librarian’s glasses, a
Angel sighed deeply, her mouth slightly pursed as the air pushed out over her lips. She had been preparing for this for so long, and now it was so much that she could barely restrain herself. Tom was behind her, leaning against the club wall, his arms wrapped around her as he kissed the back
It was late at night, mum and dad were fast asleep and I crept downstairs, mobile phone in hand. I had turned the sounds off so no chance it would make a noise and wake anyone up. I got to the foot of the stairs, listened for a few moments then texted Sean “come to
I had the evening planned out well. My wife of less than a year was young and inexperienced in the ways of sex. Don’t get me wrong she is one hot sexy girl and her body and looks would make the dead cum. Long blond hair and a rockin’ body that never ceases to excite
I loved my second wife, Marci. Every time I write a story about her I wish she would see it and write me. We divorced years ago but I still masturbate thinking of her. I had so many kinky fantasies after my divorce to my first wife. Marci satisfied them and introduced me to perversions
From the day that we met online, Mitch and I hit it off. We talked often, and told each other a lot about ourselves. One day, he picked me up several blocks from my house, to have lunch in this out of the way caf. A place that gave us privacy to talk about anything,
Iris was fucking pissed off. Not only did she think Uncle Louie was an asshole, but now she was stuck in a minivan for the next 3 days with her parents and boxes and boxes of his shit. Why couldn’t they just get married in San Diego? And why couldn’t he hire a fucking mover
Does fucking your adult step-daughter constitute incest? It’s late Sunday afternoon and I am now in the throes of pushing my cock into what has to be the best pussy I have ever fucked – in every way. She is Terri – 35 yr. old widow and mother of two girls. She is the daughter
As I laid back against the wall of the toilet with my nylon-clad thighs spread wide and my erect cock jutting up lewdly from between them, the wooden door in front of me slowly opened to admit the guy from the stall next to mine. “Oh yessss!” the guy hissed quietly, slowly wanking his rigid
My husband and I have always looked forward to our annual trip to Miami with great excitement. We have enjoyed the tropical feel of Miami, the warm air and ocean breezes, and the party vibe. But if we had to name one thing that we anticipate with the most excitement, we both would say it
These nylons are hard to pull up. Can you see the line down the back? My grandmother wore nylons like these back in the fifties. Let me get this garter hook snapped. There! I’m done with the hard part! Here comes my hubby, Roger with my heels. I think I’ll tease him with my feet!
I guess ours isn’t an unusual story, Paul and I married in 1990, I was a silly eighteen year old girl and Paul was twenty, just starting his own building business and married life in the same year. I didn’t have a career as such, just spent my forty hours a week in an un-
Her hart pounds in her chest. Her breath deepens and she can feel her breasts arch higher with every single breath. Her skin becomes clammy with sweat and she begins to shack in anticipation. She wants it, she wills it to happen, her mind consumed by it. She yearns for her desire to be quenched.
I am the only son in a 3 girl family, born 1966 in a small rural town in Australia. I did the usual stuff growing up – school, sports blah, blah, until I hit the ripe old age when I left home. My older sister, Joan, scored a hair dressing apprenticeship when I was 18,