Thanksgiving morning, Tim looked at Elenore. She was smiling, so Tim rolled over to her and gave her a good morning kiss. Elenore looked at Tom with a loving look. He put his arm around her neck, and she rolled onto his shoulder. “Mmm, this is a wonderful way to start a morning. And I have a lot to be thankful for,” Elenore whispered into Tim’s ear as she rubbed his chest. “I agree with you. You are a wonderful woman, and...

Every month, Marc and Tara meet up with a group of friends at a very special club, housed in an old 15th-century mansion. Le Manoir, as they call it, belongs to an old aristocrat with a passion for history. During the day, visitors from all over the world come to admire its magnificent salons and lose themselves in its French gardens. And, one evening a month, it serves as a playground for a group of people bound by domin...

Becky was my seventeen-year-old neighbor whom I'd inadvertently met through a chat room, realizing we knew each other only when we arranged to meet for the first time in a local motel. Back home, Becky had brought her best friend Jen, whom she was temporarily staying with, to visit and explore. That night, the girls, promising to be subtle, had gone home to try to get information from Jen's mom, Andrea, about a possible r...

You remember Sonic the Hedgehog: that old-school 8-bit scrolling game where the hedgehog rushes forward, looping and soaring into the sky, snagging golden rings by the handful, every captured treasure announced by the narcotic casino ding of a fight bell in a boxing ring. I’m a middle-aged man, and happily married, but on Christmas morning in 2022 when the kids downloaded Sonic on the Nintendo and I heard all those fuckin...

6:32am Morning comes. After realizing he’s at home, having slept well after a long week at work, Alex stretches in silence, feeling the morning sun begin to rise. Slipping out of the sheets, he does his best not to wake his wife Haley who captures every minute of sleep that she can. It’s refreshing and frustrating at the same time, his morning hard-on throbbing for a simple touch, but all he can do is fight it into his pa...

I’m a bitch. I don’t know exactly when I became a bitch. I suppose it was sometime after the twins entered puberty. I decided that my life had peaked and all I had to look forward to was motherhood, obligations, and aging. I wasn’t always so pessimistic but somewhere along the line, I traded youthful enthusiasm for midlife fatalism. I found fault in everyone and everything around me and didn’t hesitate to let them know ho...

In the intimate darkness of the room, my bare skin tingles with each sensual caress of the masseuse's heated hands, melting away my restraints. Each stroke of my curves creates an exciting elixir of pleasure and serenity. My body trembles with longing as a breathy moan escapes my lips. She responds to my unspoken plea by sliding her fingers into me, exploring every inch of my inner walls until I am writhing with pleasure....

While we were drinking coffee this morning, my wife was sitting naked in the chair across from me, her pussy was exposed and being stroked by my wife's firm hand, as she caressed her breasts. I realized my wife's sexual needs were not being met. I brought up the subject. "Joan, what can we do to fulfill and completely satisfy, your extreme sexual desires? I get turned on as your cuckold and enjoy observing your mind and b...

Tess opened her eyes and sat up. The bed under her bottom was soaked, and her clit throbbed mightily, crying for her attention. Her finger touched the swollen bud, and the jolt of the orgasm caused her to shut her eyes and fall back onto the pillow. She rubbed vigorously, her torso twisting as her hips went left and her shoulders right, the intense climax arching her back. A deep breath left her body when the climax subsi...