Don came out of the showers into the changing room, just a towel around his waist to cover his manhood. At seventeen, he was developing rapidly, and was well-satisfied with how large his cock could grow when erect. He had just enjoyed a vigorous game of football, and the shower had relaxed him, easing the aches caused by some of the more bruising tackles.He saw the looks directed at him by some of the other boys from his...

It was a warm day in June and the little beach area on the lake was busy with families. The kiosk had a line with children waiting to buy ice cream or sodas. Teens played soccer or sat in groups talking. The school year was over and everyone was happy. On a knoll a bit away from everyone else, just where the forest began, lay two teenaged girls. A blonde and a brunette. The blonde was on her back and the brunette on her s...

CHAPTER ONE: Background Recently, Jenny, my wife of twenty-plus years, gave me a surprise birthday gift, a coed. Actually, she (the gift, not the wife) was a graduate student. This twenty-two-year-old’s desire to be deflowered prior to her nuptials was a ritual her dorm-mates claimed was de-rigure. The coed, Gwen, explained her reason for responding to our ad. Our houseguest stated, “Every woman deserves at least one affa...

Chapter Eight -- Caputo KaputCandi was heartbroken. She lay in bed Saturday morning and refused to answer phone calls from Michelle or John despite their insistent calling. She eventually left the receiver off the hook.She didn't get up until after twelve noon and when she saw herself in the mirror she cringed."Fuck them! Looking good is probably the best revenge!"Candi painstakingly applied makeup and slipped into the sa...

I had a happy childhood growing up in Gulfport, Mississippi, living with my parents and older brother in a modest home in a poor part of town. We are a black family, and my father was on partial disability from an industrial accident. He still worked part-time at the Navy base, when he was sobered up from his alcohol addiction. My mother, Liana, worked two jobs, and with both working we subsisted, but couldn’t afford any...

Walking in the bright moonlight back to the bunkhouse, my mind was swirling with a barrage of thoughts. This is unbelievable. Where is this heading? How will we act tomorrow? How can we hide this? How am I going to wait on tables with four hours of sleep? Damn, Fred is coming tomorrow. This is crazy. Is this really happening? Am I falling in love? The next morning I had difficulty waking up and couldn’t respond to Gary’s...

Kyra sped home, frustrated. She was hoping her night would have ended much differently. By this time in the night, she had imagined she would be in Zach’s bed getting pounded into the mattress, or at least swallowing his cock. She had arrived at the house party wearing a figure-hugging dress tight enough to catch the attention of every single male in attendance, but she only wanted the attention from one in particular. Ho...

For a while, I don’t hear Maria’s voice at all. I don’t hear the music either. The only sound in the yoga studio is Sandra’s lips on mine. Then the shuffle of clothing as it comes off. Then the heat of breathy moans. Then the swish of wet pussies. Then the slapping of skin as I finger her. Then the muted shrieks of orgasm. “Her turn,” says Maria, finally. I look up at her from my belly as I take my mouth away from Sandra’...

My apartment was quiet and dim. I sighed in relief as I toed off my work heels, then dropped my keys on the sideboard before scooping up my mail. The small square parcel with the neat lettering had landed demurely between two takeaway menus, and rendered everything else inconsequential. The bottle of Vino Nobile di Montepulciano still sat on the kitchen counter. I’d allowed myself one tiny glass last night to calm my nerv...

I am a plumber.  I have the crack to prove it. That and an SUV full of tools and parts. The only better job, to my mind, is writing. I do that too. Recently I had occasion to call on a new customer, a favour for a friend. The home was an old but cared-for double wide, better than many around here. When I knocked, toolbox in hand, the door was opened by a beautiful black woman about my age. "Come in," she said, with a very...

Captain Vex’s hands knotted in the witch’s dark curls. Bella was a profoundly skilled lover. The Captain had a taste of what Bella could do on top of the lighthouse, but being the sole focus of-of a sex witch’s ministrations when there were no other distractions (and Bella was feeling particularly thankful) was to be given the best possible seat in a masterclass in how to pleasure a woman. Belita had already been turned o...

We were out one night, having a nightcap in a busy hotel bar, when a youngish lad tried chatting me up at the bar. Pretty average looking but had a sparkle in his eye and his cheek; had me shaking my head in wonder. He couldn't have been above twenty-five at the most, and I was approaching forty. I've never had a Mrs Robinson streak so I just gave him cheek back and headed back to my man. As I sat, my mister told me the l...

"Super glue? Really?" I chuckled as I focused my field glasses on the bonded band of mutually masturbating men crab-walking westward."Your punishment is diabolical," I shook my head in puzzled amazement.  "Intruders were killed in the past for less, so why the sudden mercy?"  "Not compassion. Karma. What goes around, comes around." Sheila trained her spyglass on the retreating men."They might make town by sundown. If they...