It was early January of 1989… “It’s okay to feel them,” Kelly said. His large hand reached down and felt the front of her panties. He gently rubbed the satin material that was covered in lace. He was lightly stroking her pubic mound. It was enough for Kelly’s clit to be in the game, but it wasn’t what she wanted. She gently wrapped her arms around his large bicep. She carefully tugged his arm, trying to get him to move hi...

I had known that Nikki was a slut for many years. I didn't care at all. In fact, the truth of it actually turned me on. We began dating when she was still married to another man. I took pride in having another man's wife as my own personal plaything. Nikki served my every sexual whim, she was submissive. Nikki loved to be told what to do. She loved to pleasure a man. It gave Nikki a sense of power to make another man cum....

Passing by our local photoshop I was called in by the owner. Karen asked me if I would have my wife give her a call. Sally and Karen have known each other for a while and have a slightly complicated relationship. Sally called her that evening and after an hour-long call filled me in on Karen's reason for the request. Karen, a professional photographer, had shown her work in several local galleries and saw her fashion work...

When we decided to get married we were both in our thirties and had been around the block more than a few times. Having seen too many friend's marriages end in disaster, we decided on a code of acceptable behavior regarding sex outside our union. Sally and I both had an interest in variety which included, on occasion, same-sex partners. Our compromise was no opposite-sex partners to avoid the risk of romantic involvement...

Spring break was finally here! It'd been a long college year thus far, and I was more than happy to load off some stress and take it easy for a week. Not much of a party girl, but two of my friends told me they were going to host a party at the beginning of spring break and asked me if I wanted to go. If not to distract myself from other things in my life, then to just spend some time with them after having barely having...

She was always ready, a kiss or a tender touch was all she ever needed to get things started.  After a show and a late dinner we grabbed a cab for the ride home. A few minutes into the ride I leaned over, kissed her and nuzzled her neck. When she was ready, Sally had a way of just melting into a submissive, do as you wish, eager to please slut. She was forty-one and still had the slender, in-shape body of a teenager. Shou...

"I'll do anything you want", was what my wife said to me as we got in a cab for a ride to Plato's Retreat. Plato's was a famous New York sex club on the west side of Manhattan, it occupied a full floor in an old factory-like structure. There was a pool, hot tub, small private rooms, lounging areas, and several locations where public sex was practiced for the enjoyment of voyeurs, exhibitionists, mate swappers, and groupie...

You watch as I apply the last of the blood-red lipstick to my pouted lips in the full-length mirror in our bedroom. You let your hungry eyes roam all over my scantily dressed body, drinking in my dangerous curves and alabaster skin aching to have it pressed against you. I know your eyes are on me, and not just because I can see you through the mirror, but because I can always feel your gaze when it is upon me, especially...

Meghan O’Roarke led two very different lives. Every Sunday, she attended mass at St Patrick’s Cathedral with her parents and two brothers. Afterward, they would all go to Toasties on E. 51st Street for breakfast. She enjoyed this weekly ritual and her role as a loving daughter and sister. During the week, Meg worked as an executive administrative assistant to an accounting firm's head and was looked upon as a valuable ass...

Suzy writes: It's Sunday morning, misty and cold. The streets below are deserted. Most blinds and curtains are closed, but hers are not. I'm shaking a bit, and last night was filled with imaginings and confusing dreams. As soon as I finally woke and I felt myself, I was wet. But I have made my decision. This moment will be either the beginning of everything or the end. My heart is pounding. I open my curtains wide enough...

Gerald was a retired fifty-four-year-old, dark-skinned black man. During an otherwise unremarkable weekday, he was in the shower when he heard a knock on his front door. “Fuck.” He shut off the water, donned a white towelling robe, tied the sash, slung a towel over his shoulder and walked towards the door. He peered through the peephole to see Casey, a local teenager, in her Girl Scout’s uniform biting her bottom lip whil...