My gorgeous wife Lizzy looked smouldering and steamy in her newly purchased lingerie of black stockings, suspender belt, and push-up bra. I stood naked before her in our bedroom willing my dick to rise to the occasion. I had even digested Viagra in a futile attempt to get a boner. I had always prided myself on my generously proportioned cock and Lizzy could not get enough of it when we first wed. But long-term COVID-19 ha...

Lizzy wanted only two things for her twenty-third birthday. The first was a brand new Porsche 911 Carrera GTS Cabriolet. Granted. The other thing was to participate in a gangbang. Granted! I had resigned myself to the fact that I had become boring and inadequate in bed and was pretty useless at satisfying Lizzy's pronounced sexual demands. I had given in to her ways to remain Lord and Lady Windermere and happily procured...

The week in Vegas felt like an erotic dream for Chris and Ashley. Following their charged conversation about Clayton, their sex life escalated to dizzying new heights. Whenever Chris wasn't occupied with drumming up new business leads for BitGuardian, he and Ashley remained intimately entangled in the hotel's silky sheets, indulging in their fantasies. Laughing, Ashley teased about the men at the convention ogling her nea...

I could hear soft moans from our bedroom and for a split second thought that Lizzy might very well have company. Of the intimate kind. I cautiously opened the door a tad to see my delicious younger wife alone and on her back in the buff. Her slender pins were wide open, her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted seductively. The afternoon sun filtered through the net curtains and shady stripes made her slim body seem...

The old Victorian house creaked and settled as night fell. Its ornate woodwork and stained-glass windows gave it an air of faded grandeur. I'd been living here for three months, the only male tenant among a handful of others. My room was rented from Mrs. Hawthorne, a kindly widow in her sixties. The other tenants were mostly quiet, keeping to themselves—all except for the young woman in the room next to mine. I'd seen her...

As I stepped to the podium, I looked back at Blake who was standing next to the curtain, just out of sight of the crowd. He was looking at my ass. And when I walked back toward him, after receiving the award and stumbling through my acceptance speech, he was gawking at my tits. He had made no secret of his desire that evening. On the drive. In the receiving line. At the bar. His eyes and the bulge in his pants were aimed...

Over the last decade being a freelance writer reporting on sex and relationships, I haven’t suffered from the belief that serious, respectful writing was incompatible with prurient detail. I got into writing about sex because I enjoy it. And I am just as happy to inspire fantasy as I am to inform my reader. Women like myself have often wrote to titillate, but that doesn’t mean I don’t take objective reporting seriously. B...

I received a big hug from Veronica right at the door. She and Peter had invited us to their newly built villa, and we were curious to see how it looked after months of their hard work. My wife, who dreamed of doing something similar, also got a hug before she started to look around the new wonder with wide eyes. And it really was a masterpiece they had accomplished. A large kitchen and living room in one, and an almost eq...

When I was a young man, health clubs had strict attendance days -- Monday, Wednesday and Friday for the men; Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday for the women. (I don’t remember how Sunday was handled; perhaps, like God, it was assumed that we all rested then.) The reason for this separation of the sexes was that the women wouldn’t want to be observed by men as they twisted, stretched and strained in very unlady-like positions...

To me, life with my younger spouse had never been more daring and adventurous. Sex is the spice of life, and I had discovered that I liked nothing better than seeing Lady Windemere receive a good shafting from a virile stud. During the last year or so, marriage to Lizzy, who was twenty years younger than me at twenty-two, had taken a dramatic twist. Left impotent for the most part due to long COVID, I had realized that my...

This extremely bizarre occurrence happened several years ago when I was doing some nude modelling work for artists, and its one reason I absolutely love the weirdness of arty girls. I was working up in London at the time at a job that had very flexible hours; finding myself at a loose end on some afternoons, I signed up with a nearby art studio that required nude models for a bit of extra cash. I received a booking to be...

My wife Lizzy, or Elizabeth, Lady Windermere to be precise, has the rank of Countess. We have been married for over two years and we live in Cumbria by Lake Windermere. The family had lived and owned the land and Manor since the time of the Battle of Bosworth in 1485. Being a twenty-one-year-old filly in the prime of her life, Lizzy was fit and healthy and loved to entertain and be entertained. Mostly, the voracious beaut...