Oona and I stood, face to face, her arms around my neck, her naked breasts pressing against my chest, her panty clad hips grinding against my steel hard manhood. I cupped the cheeks of her ass as she kissed me, worming her tongue into my mouth. Between kisses she whispered, “Fuck me Professor!.....Fuck me!” She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles behind my back. I walked slowly toward the bed and let her...

I awoke to an empty bed, not surprised but ever so slightly disappointed. Olga had gone, leaving behind rumpled sheets, a whiff of Chanel No. 5, a little sweat, her sex on the sheets, and a note: Sorry Professor, My mistress called and I have to go. Thank you for a most wonderful evening. Your reputation is well deserved. Olga I smiled as I headed for the shower, rather proud of myself for being able to keep up with such...

Like most of us, I get a lot of junk mail. It’s usually pretty easy to spot, so I don’t even give it the courtesy of opening it. I just file it in the waste basket. But this piece was different. It said it was from the Ministry of the Interior of one of those tiny ethnic states that emerged from the wreckage of the former Soviet Union. It was addressed to Professor William Kearns, which I assumed was me, even though I’m n...

My name is Anna. Not being the greatest student, I didn’t think going full time to University was in my best interests, so, at eighteen years old, I found a job. I would be working three days a week, and taking class the other two. It was my first day on the job and I woke up at 6:30 in the morning, excited to be out in the workforce for the first time. I took a long shower and took my time with hair and makeup. Checking...

As we grow older, it’s only natural to think back on the events of one’s life. Every now and then, I do the same. Religiously, I read through the ‘Irish Sports Page'. (For those unfamiliar with the term, I refer to the obituary column.) One Sunday, one of them caught my eye. It read, “Antoinette Dellasandro, 85, widow of the late Mario Dellasandro, survived by a daughter, Dierdre.” It brought me back to when I was a teena...

“Inge, you may bring Grey in now...” floated through the open balcony door. Inge, looking a little cross, lifted her velvet lips from the crown of my cock. She pulled the panty gag from my mouth. Grabbing hold of my shaft, she said, “Come with me.” Leading me by my cock, we entered Dieter’s Cabin. “Ist das nicht eine geile muschi?" He said as we all stared down at the neat triangle of matted red hair. Karen looked a littl...

I was fortunate enough to win a cruise for two to the Caribbean. So, naturally I called up Karen and asked if she could go along. Much to my delight, she accepted. We met in Miami and rode together to the pier. I was totally amazed at the size of this ship. Taller than an aircraft carrier but just as long, it almost made you wonder just how in hell did it not roll over. After boarding we made our way up to the tenth floor...

As much as Karen loves the outdoors, I was surprised to find out that she had never gone tent camping before. She seemed quite excited when I proposed the idea, so I went ahead and collected a tent, two sleeping bags, a Coleman Stove, and enough food and drink to feed us well for the weekend. So, off we went, to a remote part of the northeast Kingdom of Vermont, not far from the Canadian border. I smiled as she said how m...

It’s been said that, once you've left, you can never go home again. I found that to be false. Last week, I returned to my home town to visit my baby sister, Fran. Fran and I are close, and we visit one another a couple of times a year, catch up on old times, and stay connected. After college, it seems we both returned home, living with siblings and parents until we got to the point of financial independence, even though w...

I had just witnessed the woman of my dreams being ravished by another man’s finger, ending in an awesome orgasm. Part of me was disgusted that I did nothing to stop it and part of me was so turned on that I wanted to see it again. Karen had loved every second of it, to the point that she took his oversized manhood deep into her throat, and, sputtering and gagging over its size, gotten him to cum, filling her mouth with hi...

There I was, standing at her front door, flowers in hand, my excitement level way up. It had been several weeks since our last meet, and I was looking forward to surprising her. Ever since we actually met, I had been smitten by her good looks, hot body, and especially her hair. I have a thing for redheads, and Karen surely fit the bill. In past visits, I always met her at her store, but this time for some unknown reason,...

I could feel thepressure if her thighs against my ears, and if that wasn’t proof enough, her ragged breathing and ecstatic moans told me of her orgasm. Her hands both full of my hair, she pulled me up from her moist cleft. She thrust her hips against my face, saying, “Fuck me Grey! Fuck me now!” With a smile on my face and her essence on my nose and chin, I replied, “Not until I drink my fill from your cunt!”, and returne...

After more than a year of chatroom meetings and e-mail correspondence, I finally had an opportunity to meet my online friend Karen. We had exchanged jokes, happy and sad times, even photos. We had even gone so far as swapping very personal selfies, mine of me stepping from the shower, and hers was a shot of her lying on her bed, naked, crooking her finger in a come here gesture matching the look from her pretty green eyes...

Rebecca looked over at me and said, “Get over here, Grey! We need cock! “Yes Mistress.” I answered, standing up, her panties still draped over my stiff prick. I walked over to the two prone women and added. “Might I suggest that we retire to my bedroom?” Grabbing my silk encased cock, Rebecca replied, “An excellent idea, Grey,” and she led us to my boudoir, indicating that I should lie on my back in the center of the bed....

For the record, Karen is a real person,whom I have known for quite some time. She is a very pretty redhead with a figure that stirs the imagination. While this may be a work of fiction, if it were up to me, it would be highly biographical! === Because of our work schedules and the demands of working retail, we usually meet up at her favorite watering hole. Last Tuesday was just such a night. Both of our stores had decided...