I wake up surrounded by your scent. I belong there, in the warmth of the covers you lovingly and carefully pulled upon me, to make sure I was well wrapped. I hear you moving silently around the room, in the cutest attempt to not wake me up. But I am already up. The moment your arms let me go, I felt unnaturally naked. You leave the room and walk toward the kitchen. I can hear you with your methodical moves: water boiling...

Nobody followed me into the shower, so I had time to recharge, wash the sex from my body, and think about everything I had just experienced. The moment when I reluctantly took Levi's cock into my mouth seemed like so long ago. So much had happened and that early reluctance had become a rabid desire. Each of the four additional cocks I sucked strengthened my need. I already knew that this would not be a one-day event. My t...

It was Wednesday morning, and I was excited. Wednesdays are my day to be a nasty slut. My husband leaves for work early, and my two teenagers are out the door by seven A.M. Now I have a few hours to prepare for my date, so to speak. My name is Aubrey, and I have a secret I have only shared with my lovers. At thirty-seven, I am a devoted cock worshipper. I love cocks and will suck a cock whenever I can. My husband loves th...

The drinks were great, and I was on my third Tito and tonic. There was a nice warm humid breeze, the lights from downtown Boston looked beautiful from where I was standing on the deck of the harbor cruise boat, and Jack’s cock was hot and hard and ready to explode in my hand. We were standing – leaning actually - at the rail up on the top observation deck looking down at the water – me, Jack Murphy, my awesome new roommat...

It was the spring of 1992 when I did it for the first time. I was sixteen, and my sexual curiosities were getting the better of me. I began reading articles on sex. Fellatio caught my attention right away, and the more I read about it, the more I became aroused at the thought of doing it. Sitting on my bed at night, I would read everything I could on the subject. One magazine even had illustrations of how to perform certa...

It was late morning before they woke, rays of sunlight slipping through the curtains and spilling over the duvet. The warmth of the day was becoming apparent and the sound of nature floated in through the window they had left open last night. They both milled around lazily, getting showered and dressed in their own time and catching quick touches of each other as they slipped past. It felt like a Sunday, but it was even m...

Watching him always makes me horny, I admit. I never thought it would, but the more we'd talked about it, the more interesting it had become. I mean, I knew his past when we started dating - he was very open about it. But it was never something that worried me. He had promised that he was absolutely faithful to everyone he had dated because he had been cheated on and he knew how it felt and how it had hurt him so deeply....

It was a big day for Bill, and I knew he was ready for whatever his defense committee threw at him. The problem was, though, Bill didn’t think so. He was having a problem with personal confidence. His work was stellar, well-documented, supported by all the available facts, and moved his particular specialty in chemistry forward, as a Ph.D. has to. I was never sure whether he set ridiculously high standards for himself, or...