“Espresso for one,” I asked the young lady with a cheeky smile and adjusted my shirt as the black-haired maid tapped my order into her faded and outdated till. It fitted in with the rest of the little cafe perfectly, with its tired maroon decor and outdated menu, but it was my favourite cafe in
My ever increasing obsession with my eyes wife peeing probably started nearly 15 years ago while on holiday in Greece. We’d taken a pedal boat out into the bay and she got caught desperately needing a pee. With nothing else to do she discreetly parted her legs , pulled her swimsuit aside and let her
One time I had read a bit about sensory deprivation tanks and how you just float in warn sea water and how relaxing it is. I began to think about using the same concept in spicing the old sex life of my wife and I. Depriving one sense seems to enhance others. What if I
“Be there at 9 pm, Tristen!” my mother said excitedly over the phone. Apparently she, my father Stephen and my uncle Troy all had gotten together and planned a surprise birthday party for my 48, soon to be 49, year old Aunt Kristy at one of the local halls here in Atlanta, Georgia. I listened
“Now you see that? You see how she swallows him all the way down to the balls and milks the shaft with her lips? That’s the way I want to see you this afternoon baby. I want to see you with a face full of dick and a happy cocksucker’s smile on your puckered pouty
Our small reunion party had wound down quickly thereafter, my three sisters being somewhat emotionally drained, and I worn out, with my pajamas already on owing to the necessity of a clothing change and a bit of a wash. All four of us were buzzed on wine, and had had long days either traveling or
Hi, my name is Jeff, and I’ve been married to my sexy little wife, Tanya, for 5 years. We’ve been using nasty talk and shared fantasies to spice up our love life almost from the beginning of our relationship. One thing that got us both particularly hot was for me to ask her, during sex,
When Jill woke she found herself strapped to a bed, nude and spread eagle. Standing around her were several women, also nude. “What’s going on?” Jill said, confused. A beautiful redhead, with a shapely figure stepped forward. “My name is Erika. Welcome. You have been sponsored into our lesbian society.” “But I’m not gay!” Jill
I’m at the beginning of the 60s, worked hard and a lot, and I’m sure I was lucky, so I could fulfill a dream a few years ago and buy a house in the south of France. Of course, I’ve also put a lot of time and work into renovation, but I’m satisfied: house with
Shafts of moonlight pierce the louvered shutters of the room like silver arrows. The songs of exotic birds erupt from the verdant bush outside the hotel room, along with the rush of water over rocks in the garden. There are random voices, people walking on the path beneath the balcony. My senses, dulled by sexual
The trouble began when my wife’s niece Farah moved in with us for a few weeks, while her parents were having a second honey moon. I watched her as she moved around the house wondering where the little angel gone from just a few years ago. Most days she’d sit at the kitchen table studying
Rat-a-tat-tat! The banging on the back door could only mean one thing; Tommy was here to visit with Jimmy. Without waiting for an answer, Tommy popped open the screen door and marched into the kitchen. “Jimmy around,” he asked? “I’m sorry, Tom, but Jimmy and his dad went shopping for a new bike,” replied Mrs.
That one, exciting, erotic, wonderful, terrible, excellent night. I never thought I’d get laid at 19. I didn’t think I was ready. I thought I’d stop myself before I went too far. But I didn’t. It started out innocently enough. I was on a date with my new girlfriend, Carrie. She was a year older
About a year after Rita and I married, I came home one afternoon and found our friend Randy’s VW bus in the driveway. I didn’t think too much about it since Randy and I were good friends. When I came in, Randy and Rita were in the living room. We chatted a bit and then
I can’t believe you’re still asleep. You usually get up way before I do. I guess last night wore you out. You look so sweet laying there on your side. I run my hand across the side of your face and over your ear. You don’t move, you must really be out of it. I