The turning point came when she told me she wanted to have another guy fuck her with his big cock while I licked her pussy. This is absolutely true. It just came out of the blue and I was really startled. We were in the middle of foreplay at the time and...
I had not thought about the permission story in a long time. Writing for Lush has stirred the sediment deep in the pond of my memories. Mental images from long ago are now floating lazily and randomly toward the surface. Some reach the top with total clar...
I cannot think of my lifelong friend Gary without thinking of his big cock. It's part of his persona--like being exceptionally tall or short or buff or chubby--and that big cock was an intimate part of our history. My ex-wife would heartily agree. With th...
Karen was ludicrously horny. She'd just sucked her boss's cock at work, was about to fuck her husband's best friend on the way home and would then just grind it all in her clueless husband's face with glee when she finally made it home late that night. Bu...
Samantha Bigby was arguably the most popular teacher in the high school. She was cute, young, full-breasted, and funny; but what made her especially attractive was her accent. She was a Brit. Originally, anyway, and very recently landed from the UK. She h...
Karen padded into the kitchen the next morning with her arms full. She was running behind and clearly in a hurry. She had her briefcase in one hand, high heeled shoes dangling from a finger. Papers were tucked under the same arm and in her other hand she...
David sat on the bench in the men's locker room untying his shoes after an exhausting racquetball match--which he lost. He was forty-three years old and doing his damnedest to stay in shape. His friend Peter (same age) stood a few feet away, undressing as...
Karen cupped her lover's balls in her left hand, alternately massaging them and then his swollen shaft while she texted her husband with her right. Her lover was amused. "You multi-text pretty well," he said with a smile. "Where is he?" "I'm a mother," sh...
I never cease to be amazed by what stories people will tell me in bars. Perhaps I should become a bartender. I've spent enough time in bars and heard enough stories. I have always wondered how much of what I hear is true. There's something about the anony...
The unexpected weekend romp with my ex-wife disturbed my sleep for a couple of nights. I dreamt bizarre sexual dreams. I don't remember them all, of course, but one in particular left me shaken: simply put, in the dream I sucked another man's cock. Now I...
My face was buried between my ex-wife's legs, my lips and tongue probing and sucking all the familiar nooks and crannies. Her hands roughly grabbed my hair and pulled me in while her hips pulsed almost painfully at my face, her thighs randomly gripping an...
My ex breezed past me like she used to own the place, the very picture of calm and sexual confidence. It was comfortably warm that Friday evening in the Atlanta suburbs. She was wearing what a guy might call a T-shirt except it was made with some kind of...
The bulge in the man's jeans is almost comically large and it's about all I can see in the video I'm watching. The cameraman has zoomed in such that the man's crotch fills the screen. A woman's hand glides over the bulge from above his beltline, her weddi...
The flight from Atlanta to Charles de Gaulle was not bad at all. Thank goodness we were in business class. It cost a zillion frequent flyer miles to bring my wife along, but I figured it was worth it. It would be a working trip for me, but I had a couple...
I was attracted to the teenage girl who would become my wife because she was cute, funny, street smart, and worldly. She was also slightly taller than me, with full breasts and only a slight flare at the hips. I was a virgin, young and naive, but confiden...
