In the fifteen years between Laura’s first big dildo experience and her erotic massage confession, we’d undergone some fundamental changes, as people do. That time span really saw Laura come into her own, both physically and mentally. She’s that type of woman who doesn’t peak until middle-age (sort of like Jennifer Aniston). She looks better, dresses sharper, and carries herself with more confidence and poise than when we...

One spring afternoon in 2014, I found Laura waiting for me on our front porch when I got home from work. Unusual for a workday, she wore a pink hoodie and sweatpants. “You’re home early,” I said, kissing her. “Everything okay?” “It’s all good. I took the afternoon off.” “Cool. Where’re the kids?” “Inside watching TV. I was waiting for you. Meet me upstairs. I’ve got a story.” Her eyes danced. “Ooh. A sexy story?” I kissed...

This all started when we went to see the movie Boogie Nights in the late 1990s. There’s a scene at the end where the super-hung porn star hero unzips in front of a mirror and hauls out his enormous cock for all to see. For days afterward, my girlfriend Laura could not stop talking about that scene. She obsessed over it constantly, asking questions like: “Do you think it was real, or did they use a prosthetic?” “Are ones i...

Guilt. Shame. Anxiety. Humiliation. All these feelings—amplified by a poisonous hangover—greeted Karen when she woke up in Brandee’s hotel room bed the next morning. “Rise and shine, party girl!” Brandee sang. “What a wonderful wingman you were last night! Weren’t those boys yummy?” Karen rubbed throbbing eyeballs and tried not to recall the previous evening. It began with a wine-soaked dinner. Afterward, they went out… O...

In the aftermath of her intense masturbation session with the new BBC dildo, Karen unexpectantly found herself feeling all the sappy emotions of a woman infatuated. The long black shaft that penetrated deep inside her married pussy had the impact of Cupid’s arrow. Her mood was buoyant and giddy, she had energy like a teenager, and she spent many hours daydreaming amorous scenarios involving her fantastically hung “lover”,...

In the days that followed, Karen couldn’t shake the memory of the insanely erotic scene she had witnessed in the locker room among the naked football players. The volcanic image of Fletcher’s ejaculation, rope after rope of creamy white semen spewing from that enormous black cock, kept replaying in her mind’s eye like a nonstop sizzle reel. And even during the rare occasions when she could blot it out, it was quickly repl...

Karen found Brandee on the sidelines of the football field. The sexy nurse was watching the second-string players run drills. "Brandee, where have you been? I've been looking for you all week." "Oh, hi, Karen. Here mostly. Working on the study. You did tell me to make it a priority." "I need to speak with you. It's about that gift card you gave me. That masseur was totally inappropriate!" "Ah, that must be Justin. I was h...

Later that day, after dropping off her two young daughters at a birthday party, Karen found an envelope clipped to the mailbox. It was an apology note from Brandee, along with a gift certificate for a free massage at a spa in the suburban town where Karen and Craig lived. Karen appreciated the gesture, especially that Brandee had driven all the way from her condo in the city to deliver it. Telling Craig she'd be back in a...

The following day was Saturday; Karen could sleep late. While she dozed, half-awake, she dreamed about Brandee’s boyfriend Tayshaun. He and Karen were walking on a beach, which she suddenly realized was a nude beach. She couldn't stop obsessively glancing down at that massive cock, swinging back and forth. Everyone on the beach was white except Tayshaun and they were all looking at him. Ashamed at her own nakedness, Karen...

"So, how did the baseline exams go?" Karen Naylor, MD, Associate Dean of Clinical Research and Director of the university's Clinical Research Department, looked at the woman sitting across from her desk. She had known Brandee since just after college. Karen scrutinized with disapproval the changes in her friend/employee's appearance since the divorce. The transformation to single life showed in the heavy makeup, the sinfu...

Stiletto heels clacking, hugging a tablet computer to conceal the jiggle of her D-cup breasts, Brandee Coleman hurried down the hallway toward her office. She could feel the pale skin of her face and neck flushing with arousal. She was agitated and craved privacy. Once safely behind her office door, she stripped off her lab coat, tossed the iPad on her desk and sighed with relief. She had made it from the locker room with...