They say everyone leads a double life in some way. Mine just happens to be between the pulpit and the shadows of my own sexual mind. I’m a church leader—a deacon, a small group teacher, a man people trust to speak truth and wisdom on Sunday mornings. I’m also a happily married man. We hold hands in public. We laugh at dinner. We’ve raised a family together. But intimacy… real physical intimacy… well, that stopped a long t...

I do not know when I began to yearn for things beyond my reach— but you, you were always more than touch. You were scent upon the stillness of wind, a warmth left in sheets I never laid beside. Your absence, carved in the shape of desire, fills the room like something never exhaled. Your hair— not merely silk, but the hush of time sliding past. Strands that fold as if they understand how everything we love will one day re...

Mike had been trying to convince his wife to let a Big Black Cock fuck her. He felt this would add to their sexual intimacy, and she would enjoy a big cock filling her beautiful cunt. They not only talked about the scenario but also watched pornographic videos featuring black studs fucking white women. After a time, Emily finally opened up that she was fantasizing about having a big black cock fuck her, and might give it...

I wake up this morning and sigh—another night without sex. I love my partner, I really do, but this time without sex is making me feel frustrated. I try my best to seduce him or at least try and get him interested in having sex with me, but nothing works, and I'm beginning to feel unattractive. I can't help but think that he no longer wants to be intimate with me anymore. I am going to try one more time tonight to seduce...

It was a warm and sunny morning. Pree was finishing some light dusting, feeling pleased that her household work would be light that day. Her husband worked hard, providing everything she could want. And she, as a dutiful wife, was happy in caring for the home he provided during those few hours a day he was able to enjoy it. This was how she rewarded Ro for his long hours at the office. She was a traditional woman, with tr...

I awoke to thin cotton sheets clinging to my tacky legs. The single air conditioning vent in my cabin was already struggling to combat Georgia’s oppressive heat and humidity. Kicking myself free of the covers, I noted a slickness coating my lower lips. I reached down to find the crotch of my panties soaking wet, drenched with evidence of a good dream I didn’t remember. Two fingers slid under the gusset and sank into the h...

It was an ordinary Tuesday. Ordinary up until about ten minutes after six. He had finished working out, as usual, and Sam, who often lifted at the same time, was there, and they spotted for one another. Then Josh showered and was heading for his locker when he saw Sam toweling off. Sam asked, “Do you ever do the sauna thing?” Josh said he’d never tried the sauna, but on a February day like this one, it would probably feel...

I woke the next morning and groggily looked at the clock. I sat up, surprised that I had slept through the night. Moments later, Kim walked into my room, drying her hair with a towel. Her mom's tattered old robe clung to her still-damp body, making it almost transparent. "How did you sleep?" she asked as she sat next to me on the bed. "I finally slept through the night." "Me, too. I slept like a baby. I don't know what to...

I was awoken by the sound of the front door slamming, car revving, and driving off the driveway. My mother heading off to work, like every weekday morning. We had lived here for several years, a quiet cul-de-sac neighborhood. I was on a break from my studies, returning home for a while. Sliding from beneath the covers, I rose from the bed in my boxers, stepping across to the window. Pulling back the curtains, the sun brok...

Nestled in the heart of Paris is a clandestine jewel. A place where discretion is an art form and thrives on whispered invitations. Its unmarked entrance, hidden behind a wrought-iron gate, beckons artists, intellectuals, and heirs of old fortunes. Its ivy-clad façade imposes grandeur, its interior a maze of velvet-draped walls and sparkling chandeliers. The sultry pulse of Cuban music syncopates, and wailing cornets echo...