I didn’t always like oral sex. Don’t get me wrong – I like to eat pussy, and the ladies tell me that I’m really good at it. What I mean is that I wasn’t much turned on by a blow job. It felt good, yes, but it wasn’t something that would float my boat, so
Turning the key in the lock, I think something feels slightly off, like when you walk down the block but can’t shake the feeling that someone is paying you way too much attention. I look around, up and down the hallway and see everything seemingly normal. Shaking my head, I take the key out and
Hello, my name is Charlotte. I know you won’t believe this and normally I wouldn’t admit to it, but I am Otis’ cock slave. There really isn’t any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England family and Otis
Alicea stood behind her husband, hand on his back, as he spoke to the clerk behind the desk. The folks scattered around offered their congratulations as they passed by the newly married couple. Alicea had insisted on remaining in their wedding clothes the entire night. That is, the entire night up until now. Once they
Introduction During the early 1980’s I lived and worked for a year in Korea, in a small provincial capital as a professor in a nursing school. I was taking a year off before finishing my medical residency, and I wanted to get some non-Western hands-on experience to go with my training. At the nursing school,
Ethan took the drill downstairs to the garage, feeling a bit dazed. The image of his sister, naked, with the drill jammed between her legs, was burned into his mind. His erection strained against the front of his jeans and hurt like hell. He tried to force the image of Pam out of his mind,
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
We never thought we would be telling anyone about our love, but we finally decided to let the world in on our little secret. It started about a year ago and has continued through the school year. In fact, almost everyone thinks we’re married, instead of brother and sister. We’ll tell our own stories so
It was late summer, and we’re out on a boat, taking in the hot California sun. I love looking overboard watching the ripples of the water. You bought me a really beautiful bathing suit to wear which I wear proudly. It shows the better part of my butt and my voluptuous bust. I’m hanging over
My name is Colin and I’m writing to tell you about my experience of a popular theme, judging by the other stories I read on the subject. That is, men who get a kick out of watching other men screwing their wives. We’ve been doing it for about three years now. I’m 33 and my
When I was a senior in high school, I had a friend named Angie. Angie was two years younger than me. She had long black hair parted down the middle, plump tits which seemd always ready to burst from her tight t-shirts, and a voluptuous, curvy body. I lusted for her like no other girl
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,
It was a very long day and evening at the office, must have been midnight when I got to the parking garage in the basement. My Ferrari was parked in its normal place, taking two spots as usual and all I could think of was getting home and hitting the sack. The garage is very
Almost every college freshman I knew or heard of was cooler than me — not to mention that they all had lost their cherries. Except me. Hell, I hadn’t even gotten a good case of stink finger, unless you can count scratching your own ass. Instead of spending that first year getting out there and
“Well you know why Lisa dropped Paul?” It was my sister-in-law, Susan offering me a tidbit from my wife, Lisa’s past. The three of us were eating dinner one evening and we had had a few beers. “Susan!” Lisa said it almost as a whine. She looked alarmed. Naturally I was intrigued. “Paul wanted to