My name is Sue, and at the time of this story I was thirty years old and my husband, Ed, was thirty-three, and we lived in a northwest suburb of Chicago. I am an executive for a large insurance company located in downtown Chicago, and Edias a production manager for a manufacturing company near O’Hare airport. We have a nine-month-old daughter who I was still nursing, and I was also four and a half months pregnant with ano...

As I writhed with pleasure, I slid further down the couch, my legs spread wide. Kate was nearly on top of me as she stretched for my left breast with her lips. Overcome with desire I reached up with my right hand and gently cupped her left tit. I had never touched another woman’s breast before - the sensation was electric! Timidly at first, but with growing passion, I began to fondle her firm breast through her cotton top...

My mind raced. “Oh my God!” I thought, “Is she thinking what I think she’s thinking?” The mental image of Kate sucking on my breasts sent a detonation of arousal throughout my body. “Easy girl,” I said to myself, trying to contain the flood of libidinal energy, “this is a medical emergency, not a scene from one of Tom’s porno magazines!” I silently shook my head “no” and realized that I was holding my breath and trembling...

Arizona Heat Part 1b: Jenny’s Story By K. Finnegan Feedback most welcome - ---*--- “No, No, No! Don’t you dare you miserable piece of shit! NOOOOOO!” I screamed as I impotently pounded my fists on the steering wheel of my Chevy Malibu. The steam pouring up from under the hood was growing so thick I could hardly see. I pulled off the road and hit the brakes, sending up a cloud of brown dirt from the packed earth shoulder....

BACK INTO THE SWING Sorrell and Mia, best friends since school, were sunning themselves besides Sorrell and Dan’s pool which was screened and nestled in a sun-dappled arbour, a part of the well manicured grounds of their comfortable home. "Baby is well, how are you getting on Sorrell, its been a pretty traumatic couple of months since she was born, although you’ve got your figure back quickly and no stretch marks,” Mia as...

My name is Maria, and at the time of this story I was twenty-five years old living in Los Angeles and had a four-month-old son. My husband, Ed, was twenty-nine years old, and he had a good job as a civil engineer with a road construction company. I met Ed at the construction company three years earlier, where I worked as an accountant. I continued working there until after our son was born, and since Ed’s career had been...

MOTHER NATURE'S MILK TRAINby erik_reddshafteThe train was leaving Medford, Oregon, headed south from the Canadian border -- toward the warm fertile California valley -- following the long undulations of the rocky Cascade Mountains, like a metallic serpent twisting through canyons and peaks.In the last car of the train, a voluptuous woman and a young man were sitting face to face, without speaking -- looking at each other...

Kitten finally finds a boyfriend and her father-lover reacts in a strange way After the encounter with her mother’s nurse, Kitten learned of her father’s fetish for milk. Initially the little nurse stayed away from Kitten for a few days, but Kitten was able to watch her use the breast pump when her mother was sleeping. Kitten asked her if she could nurse her again, and the little nurse agreed. This time, Kitten told her t...

The whole rest of the week after he broke my hymen and set me free to enjoy him, Daddy and I met each night for our rendevous in my bedroom, learning each other‘s bodies totally, likes and dislikes, positions and fantasies. It was truly like a honeymoon period of long sessions of sexual pleasure and experimentation, new discoveries and using toys he carefully chose to excite me.When it became clear that mom was getting ou...

My name is Julie, and my husband Ed and I moved to the Chicago area three years ago, following Ed’s good fortune at acquiring a new job as a media and web development manager for a regional real estate development company. His new salary and profit sharing plan was good enough that I gave up my career as a merchandiser for a major department store chain in Minneapolis, and we bought an expensive new home in the Chicago su...

My name is Denise, and at the time of this story I was 30 years old and working as a corporate attorney for a Wall Street investment banker. My husband’s name is Ed, and at thirty-three years old he had established a very successful manufacturers representative business for laboratory research products. He was able to work from home and care for our two-year-old daughter and four month old son. I am five feet and four inc...

The following story took place about fifteen years ago, when I was thirty-five years old and my wife Joan was thirty-two. We met as teachers ten years earlier at the same parochial high school, where I teach math and science, and Joan teaches special education for students with learning disabilities Joan is a lovely, petite woman at five feet and four inches tall, weighing one hundred and fifteen pounds,  and with perky-c...

My wife, Eva, and I are now in our fifties, and we don’t have a very active sex life anymore, especially since Eva went through menopause several years ago. However, I do have wonderful memories of our sexual experiences from when we were younger. This story is about an event that took place on a hunting trip, and it changed our sex lives forever. I was thirty years old at the time and Eva had just turned twenty-seven. Sh...

  I was asleep on the couch when I heard a noise. I blinked a few times and looked at the clock. It was 2am. I heard the noise again and decided it was coming from our bedroom. I got up to see if everything was alright. My wife was in there with her newest sex partner, a very large black man. I wasn't sure what I would find and hoped she hadn't gotten into something over her head. I slowly opened the door. The bathroom li...

 Another Saturday here at the garage. I’ve been running these departments for what seems like forever now. Every day, the same thing. Cars line up to get fixed, we try to fix ‘em, no one’s ever happy. 730am it starts, 7pm its over. Back for more. Saturday’s are the worst – talk about tedious – it’s just babysitting. Could be home doing a lot of things that aren’t this…but that check keeps coming in and, in reality, after...