He wouldn't stop texting me. No matter how little interest I showed. At first, I'd responded with as few words as possible. Then I stopped responding at all. But he kept texting. Raj was a beautiful, older Indian man with a broad chest, square jaw, and a gorgeous big brown cock. Unfortunately, he also had a wife. I had impulsively fucked him in the back of his shop with another woman I barely knew. That should have been t...

Betty was professional, intelligent, a good manager, and all-around great at her job. Everyone at the office respected her work ethic and her ability to get things done. She was seen as a rising star in the company. But none of that stopped them from nicknaming her Betty Big Titties. An office isn't that different from a locker room. Nobody said it to her face, but it was the nickname that men gave her behind her back. It...

Sometimes I think I have a sixth sense. I can spot a woman and know she has a naughty side. I'm not talking about the ones that are obvious. Of course anyone can see a woman in a short skirt with a tramp stamp with her tits half out and know she's probably up for a good time. I'm talking about the closet cases. The church girl with a dark impulse. The buttoned-up professional that's dying to let her hair down. The newlywe...

"Tell me about your first time." "First time with a guy? Or with a girl?" Wendy asked. I shrugged. "Both," I said. We were sitting in my living room. I was on the couch. Wendy sat across from me in an armchair. We were halfway through a bottle of wine. For two months, we had been meeting up to fuck. When I met her, she was a bored soccer mom who wasn't satisfied with her married life. There had been an instant attraction...