We had been texting back and forth all day. It was Friday and we’d have the house to ourselves when I got home at 8:30. You had already messaged me to remove my panties. I went into the ladies’ room, removed them and put them in my purse. I was wearing a short skirt and
My wife Sherri and I have been married for 30 years. During that time we have been faithful and our sex lives, although good, have been ordinary. I read erotic stories and often get excited imagining us trying new things. She doesn’t like reading the stories. Over the past year we’ve been spending a lot
“He’s getting close, Natalie, do you want the honors or can I start.” Natalie perked up, out of her sexual tease and walked around the back of the gurney. “I found him, I want to be the first. You go hold his face, it’s my turn to see his expression in the mirror.” As her
Less the ten minutes after my wife had completed her first anal orgasms and she had me in the same armchair, her hands spreading my naked arse cheeks I could sense her eyes on the prize. Then I felt her wet tongue circling round my ring piece slowly getting ever closer, I felt tense waiting
Life is funny. Sometimes you waltz through life like there’s nothing to it, and then sometimes it slaps you upside the head. I had a good deal going with my girlfriend; we’d been going out for a year and a half, and neither of us was in a rush to get married. We got along,
Mark if you want my firm to review it I can arrange it. It’s real estate not International law. Yes, but my firm handles all kinds of contracts, lawsuits, criminal, and real estate. WOW..I didn’t think your firm did it all. Sure, an extra pair eyes would be great if you can help me? Sure,
A month after I moved in, I finally got around to throwing a housewarming party. By then, I’d gotten to know most of my neighbors, but what the hell — it’s the Thing To Do, and in this sort of neighborhood, you Do The Thing. Since the weather was fine, days still warm with a
I’m 27 years old, born and raised in the great white North, with a Lebanese background and heritage. My husband and I have been married for about a year. Over the course of our marriage, I got extremely close with his friends, five guys who all took turns pounding me behind my husband’s back, sometimes
Let me describe a woman to you. She’s eighteen years old, about five-foot-five, and probably around a hundred and ten or so pounds. Now that we’ve gotten the statistics out of the way, let me paint her picture in your mind. Straight, black hair frames a pale face, whose complexion is dotted with hundreds of
12 months down the line I think it is time that put pen to paper (metaphorically) and make public the events that have had such a profound effect on my life. Firstly, let me tell you the background. I am a 52-year-old housewife Jayashree a professor in college, married . My husband has been, well,
My husband Karl and I (Nikki) had been married for about five years. We had an active sex life even before we were married. But it ramped up after marriage. I had used sex toys before we met and he was turned on when he found out. We progressed to costume play. He liked me
“It’s your wife,” my secretary said. “Thanks,” I’ll take it in my office. I sat down at my desk and picked up the phone. “Hello, Beautiful.” I said with a smile. “Hello!” came my wife’s sweet voice. “Guess what! Today’s the day!” “Really?” I said with some excitement. “So your sure now?” “You bet!” she
Jenn Dyson slammed her apartment door shut, purse in hand. After fishing through her purse to make sure she had her keys, she went over to the elevator and pressed the down button, ready to walk into the neighborhood bar to drown a week’s worth of troubles. When the elevator door opened, she felt the
I admit it: I’m a voyeur. Oh, not that kind. Not the hiding-in-the-dark-peeping-through-windows kind. I don’t want to work that hard. Not even the paying-through-the-nose-to-see-some-coke-whore-suck-another-guy’s-hose kind. Way, way too public. Just your garden variety kind who’s too timid to call and get the Playboy Channel on my cable — they’d have a record of it!
This story is about a girl who fantasises about having rough sex with her friend while masturbating. Sometimes she sits and wonders about the thoughts that pop into her head. Strange thoughts. Thoughts she feels she shouldn’t be having. Sometimes she touches herself, down there, in a place where she shouldn’t be touching. Today she’s