What is it like to suck cock, to give a blow job, to perform fellatio, to give head? I have thought about this many, many times over the years, because I see how much my wife loves doing it to me, and I am in no doubt about how much I love receiving it.I think fellatio may be the best word for it. She does not really suck on my dick, well maybe a little, but sucking cock does not really convey the experience. Just as she...

Like many married men, I was pretty happy during the early years of my marriage. We were very much in love, and everything seemed new and fresh and wonderful -- particularly where sex was concerned. Dana was a lively partner in bed; there wasn’t much I wanted to do that she wasn’t willing to try, and I think she would say the same of me. Not that we were particularly kinky, but we were pretty adventurous about when, where...

This Story is based upon several couples experiences that I melded to together into one story, I hope you like it. Let me start by introducing ourselves, I’m Karri and my husband is Terry. I know; Karri and Terry. We were made for each other. Terry is 28, 6’ 200 lbs., his head is shaved after his hair started to recede but he is pretty cute that way. He keeps fit, as we both like the gym. I’m 27, 5’ 5” 120 lbs., brown hai...

Elizabeth completed finishing school in June of 1898, but she wasn’t scheduled to return home until August. That’s when acquaintances of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Longmont, would be traveling back to Shanghai. It would be unthinkable for a young woman to sail unescorted. While she looked forward to seeing friends and family, she wasn’t sorry that she would miss at least part of the sweltering Shanghai summer. Just shy of...

My name is Elizabeth. As you may remember from my journal which is entitled, 'Elizabeth's story', I am an electrical engineering student at UCLA. That is where I met the love of my life, Robert. I fell deeply in love with Robert during my freshman year. I knew early on that Robert was the man with whom I wanted to spend my life.But I had a problem, a complication of sorts. I had a deep, dark secret that had the potential...

The first year, Mr. and Mrs. Dogmeyer couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was sex morning, noon and night. On a late December morning, I was out shoveling the driveway. It had snowed heavily the night before. I had to get to work before noon to interview a college girl who was looking for work. We had a lot of turnover at the restaurants because most of our wait staff was college kids. There was always somebody a...

We stood up and hugged each other. I kissed her on her cheek and she kissed my cheek also. "Phew, that is a load off my mind," I said. "I was hoping you would agree with me. I had no backup plan if your answer was a 'yes'. "My 'no' means a threesome with you. That doesn't preclude Tori and I from having sex together. Would you mind that?" "I think she has already told me that she wants you and now it appears you want her...

My head is literally spinning. My life was already fairly complicated, but recent events have added to the complexity of my emotional and physical entanglements. I simply do not know where to begin.  As you may recall, I fell into an inappropriate, but wonderfully fulfilling intimate relationship with my step son, Robert, a little over two years ago. Robert spent the summer of 2012 with me in a my one bedroom flat in New...

Emma was pregnant. I thought it was mine. Emma's pregnancy was the third shoe to drop after losing Molly, my girlfriend, and losing my job. Molly never found out about me and Emma. If she had, we would have parted much earlier. Emma was one of the college girls I had photographed before Molly and I split. Molly dumped me because Deede couldn't keep her mouth shut about our little "dalliance," as Molly put it. Emma, howeve...

Do not be deceived by appearances. I am a fairly normal, petite brunette. In most situations I am shy and reserved. You will not see me drawing the attention of crowds to feed my ego. Quiet conversation and close friends are my comfort blankets. There are times this part of me disappears and I almost forget who I am. Blame my husband for that. The only way I can describe it is that I have a foreign life within me. Two, ac...