"Jaxson Daniels." That name once again owned the sports headlines associated with basketball. His semi-erect cock hardened to fullness while he read the article. Damn, this kid's good, he thought. Relaxing back in his bed, he gently stroked his hard-on with one hand, while scrolling down the article with the other. Soon, he found himself reading and rereading the same line, his arousal stealing his focus. His hand moved d...

I hate funerals. I hate the way the dead are dressed in boring church clothes. I hate the way their grayed faces are painted in a failed attempt to resemble their living self. We should be naked! We came into the world naked, right? Why don't we leave that way too? Most of all, I hate the way funeral-goers spew lie after lie about the carcass in the box. Each reinvents his or her history with the deceased. After all, the...

My first taste of sex satisfied me. Nipples peaked within his fingers. Clit swelled from his licks. His penetrating cock was enough. Then, my clit grew numb to his tongue. More. I needed more. My own fingers, frantically fucking and strumming, failed me. Like an alcoholic, one drink no longer sated me. Sexual cravings... that erotic high... smothered other thoughts. Boundaries were pushed... Clamped nipples, a whipped ass...

Female moans invade my dreams of late. I wake, hearing tapping on glass. There's nothing outside the window. "Over here," whispers her voice, luring me toward her. I find myself staring into a mirror. She appears... her face angelic... her body by Aphrodite. "Closer," she begs. When my finger touches the glass, raw lust consumes me. Her hand protrudes the surface, grabbing my cock. Her strokes are all-knowing. The frictio...

Despite her folded wings, he recognized her rare beauty... imagined that which she kept hidden. With soft whispers, he approached her, careful not to frighten.  His lips coaxed hers open; his tongue taught hers to dance. He witnessed her first flutter when his fingers stroked her center. She was transforming... Hunger ravaged her. Spreading wide, she craved him inside her. His fuck illuminated her!  With wings colored wit...

We met in a park and friendship developed, sharing the single-parent circumstance.  "You're trembling!" "Trying to quit smoking... for her."  Without warning, she exposed her breast.  "Whoa! What are-" "Trust me. It'll satisfy your urge." My lips latched onto her engorged breast. Sucking, tasting her milk calmed me within minutes. She stroked my hair. "Better?" I nodded, mouth full.  Over time, my compulsion to smoke morp...

As I climbed over the railing, he caught on to my intentions. Carolyn ... wait ... what are you doing? You cannot swim! "I can't spend the rest of my life like this, Percy." Gathering all the courage within me, I decided to face Death and peered down at the rushing water below. Tears stained my cheeks as I released my grip on the railing. No! I forb- The sting of the icy water cut through his last word to me. ~ooOoo~ One...

My lips brushed each wrist and ankle before locking them in place. She wanted this. Asked me to do it. Begged, even.  I burrowed the vibrating plug into her naughty hole. Duct taped the Hitachi wand to her thigh. Gagged her pretty, dirty mouth.  "My kinky girl," I whispered. Straddling her chest, I tortured her nipples. She quivered. Jerked against restraints. Eye contact became vital.  Purposeful Blink.  My cue. Grasping...

The heat escalating between my thighs woke me. "Percy?" Yes, my love.  "Mmmm. Please don't stop what you're doing to me." I spread my legs wider while knowing he had access regardless. I'm starving, Carolyn! Feed me your sexual energy! I lay in bed growing hotter by the minute, kicking the sheets off my perspiring body. He was arousing all my most sensitive parts at once, driving me towards that glorious edge I had come t...

July 1822... Percy Shelley had been reckless ignoring the storm warnings, and the violent squall would not be outrun. Moments before tumultuous waves engulfed the Don Juan and its sailors, Percy shoved a book of Keat's poems into his pocket. Most appropriately, poetry would be this Romantic poet's last thought before his death on that fateful day. Adding to the trauma of their loved ones, the uncaring sea wouldn't spit th...

I choked on my wine when I saw her.  I threw up - in my pants - when she walked towards us. "Hi lover," Cara purred, taking a seat at our table. I felt a pang of guilt and a shit-ton of panic at the unexpected appearance of the woman I had buried my cock in just a few days ago.  I bravely glanced at my wife, who sat quietly staring at me.  Awkward silence continued.  Think, man, think! Finally, I said, "Hun, this is Cara...

Screeching music deafened me. Wicked darkness blinded me. Indescribable odors irritated my nostrils. I stumbled around disoriented, not knowing which way to turn with the loss of my two most vital senses. My hand squeezed his hand – my only connection in this frightening insanity. Aaron, my boyfriend, was with me. I had no one to blame but myself. This haunted house was my dumb idea. What can I say? Scary shit drenches my...

Brooding clouds stir me deeply. Vibrations of distant rumbles provide foreplay. Raindrops tap the window, somehow soaking my panties.  The intensity of the tempest loudly mimics my urgency... my compulsion... for you. Trembling with need, I peer out the window, praying you see the approaching storm...  ◇◇◇ The raging storm within me, barely contained. A blinding flash casts your shadow tantalizingly close. In the intermit...

As I hold my wife's picture, guilt stabs me. What was I thinking?  I repeat my promise to her - to us - that it won't happen again.  Remorse tells me it meant nothing. I swear indifference when she enters my office. Lust, however, rises as her scent fills my nostrils.  Before I know it, my hands open her blouse. Her nipples scream for my touch - my touch!  "Fuck me," she begs, with hands stroking my cock and ego.  As I sl...

Lingam is the Sanskrit word for penis and loosely translates to "wand of light."  One honors the wand of light, and those who have them, through lingam massage. There is a tremendous amount of sexual energy in a person's penis, and learning how to stimulate and circulate that energy is powerful. Ancient tantric practitioners believed the penis contained the most masculine essence concentrated in one place. This massage is...