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
Warning, this sex story was written as an adult fantasy. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. Unless you’re an alien life form, and if you are, then “Welcome” each of us is here because of the collision between our mother’s egg with our
I guess this story all started a little more than a year ago. My husband bought an old car that he had found for sale on the internet. I thought he was pretty silly, spending that much money for a car that was almost forty years old and in such horrible shape. It was a
I wasn’t always this way. It all started about three months ago when I lost a bet. My husband had some men over for a night of poker. I didn’t have money to go out that night, and so I decided to play. Harry wouldn’t give me any chips to play with, so I “traded”
‘I’d like a room for two, please.’ ‘King or two doubles?’ she asked. I took a quick glance out the glass doors to make sure she couldn’t see my passenger in the car. I deliberately parked just out of view. ‘King, please.’ What would she think if she knew that I, a 45 year old
My name is Alyssa. I am 23 years old. I’m 5 foot with, blonde hair and around a hundred pounds. Men say I am very pretty for my size and very sexy. Kind of built like a gymnast. I don’t feel my breasts to be very big, but boyfriends in the past have liked to
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
“Finally,” Brenda sighed. Another late night at the office was behind her. And the project was finished. She was relieved, and happy to go home. She’d sleep in a little tomorrow, to celebrate. She glanced at the clock. 12:30 AM. How did it get so late? She picked up the phone and called her husband.
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
He couldn’t help but smile at her genuinely surprised look. As they sat on the edge of the wooden planks of the pier with their legs dangling over the edge he removed her little hand from his cock and replaced it with his own. He leaned forward and spit down on the head of his
I’m an exhibitionist. I guess I always have been and I expect I always will be. That point in childhood when most kids (or at least most girls) learn modesty, I didn’t. I do remember my folks trying to shame me into covering up when I would dance out of my bedroom in next to
My name is Kathy Clausen; I’m 33 years old as I write this. Life is a strange experience, at least mine has been. This story is basically about my life, or at least part of it. The incident that I am about to re- count happened during the summer of my 22nd year, and I
Carol Brady had a dilemma. While she was in college, she had had a two-year affair with her college roommate. Sandy had taught her the joy of girl-girl love plus the added pleasure of sex with another woman wearing pantyhose. Since then, Carol had had the urge, from time to time, to sleep with another
I was 36, and I knew what I was doing. Or at least I thought I did. My friend John had talked me into this; it was really perverted so it appealed to me. I can’t remember when I first started getting a thrill out of doing things that grossed everyone else out, but I’m
By the time I entered my junior year at college, I had figured it out. It was great, marvelous, terrific. Every single year without fail the school brought in a whole bunch of new girls, young and succulent, eager and scared, about a thousand of them. Seventeen, eighteen-year-olds and most so pretty it was painful