Tony banged on the bathroom door as I emptied my stomach for the third time. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Go away!" I yelled as I kneeled over the toilet. "I don't want to talk to you!" "We can talk about this," Tony said as he banged on the door again and tried to turn the handle. "You know I can break the door down." Tony was my husband, and he had been a firefighter in his prime. Now he was a decorated and respected inve...

"Jesus fucking Christ, that is the best blowjob I've ever had," Tom said and blew out a big breath. "In fact, that may be the best orgasm I've ever had. You're going to be sucking a lot of cock the next few days."He reached over and fondled Mark, getting him good and hard. He then rolled over and grabbed the younger man's head, bringing his mouth down hungrily, sucking Mark's tongue into his mouth to savor the intoxicatin...

"Did you just tell me to shhh?""You're moaning too loudly.""I didn't moan; I squealed. You're the one making too much noise." Balancing on my palm and my knees, I snatched a pillow off the bed and handed it back to Kevin. "Moan into this."Without halting his thrusts, my husband took his hand off my bare bottom and held the rectangular foam against his face to muffle his cries. "Oh, oh, ohh.""That's better." Then I let out...

"Help me, Professor Gordon. You're my only hope.""You don't even go here, Amber."I shut the door of his private office behind me. “Do I have to enroll at this college to get some assistance?”“Or you could wait until we go home.”“We keep getting interrupted by the other people who live at our house.”“Meaning our children?”“They can really harsh my mellow, Q.” I pouted at my husband, who was seated on the other side of his...

She lay pinned to the living room couch, the man she’d met just five days before on Tinder pushing his large penis into her exposed pussy... and pumping. The doorbell had rung and she had hastily allowed him in their home only minutes before. Sloppy, rude sex sounds mingled with his deep voice telling her how he was enjoying how “tight” she was. That came out in a low sexy tone that turned her on and dispelled wisps of fe...

Breathless. Suffocating under shame. Fingertips burning. Wants morphing into needs. Ignored phone calls drowning in the vacuum of lust. Love? We are in too far to give it a name. Against sanity, against reason, we are here. We always end up in some version of it, no matter how hard we try. It's the most addictive pain I have ever known. You push me up against the wall of someone else’s office with my thighs spread wide, t...

Hi, I’m Brianna. You can call me Bri (pronounced Bree). I’m a curvaceous 26-year-old bi redhead woman. For as long as I’ve been allowed to legally make my own sexual decisions, I’ve loved sex. I’ve craved it. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed every opportunity I could get to have more of it. Even when the sex was bad, even when the guy was awful in bed, I still wanted more sex. At some level, I always enjoyed it every time. I guess...

At that time of our lives, my wife lived and worked halfway across the country. The company she worked for had a liberal travel allowance for upper management who kept their main residence in their home state. She would fly home, and work from home for a week or so, about once every two months. It was early March of that year and we needed to get our taxes ready to file, so my wife was going to be home for two weeks. Kell...

Friday, May 26, 2000 Heather had just finished her first year of teaching, and she was exhausted.  The everyday grind of a school year had taken its toll. As a student, she had never even come close to understanding just how much work was involved in teaching.  Working through lunch, staying at school past six o’clock in the evening, taking assignments home to grade, staying up into the wee hours of the morning just so sh...