The following morning after their night with Tyrone and Carl, Christine Lamont and her daughter Amy came down for breakfast. The smiles on both their faces tell each other that neither of them had any regrets about what they had done the night before. As they ate their cereals, Christine brought up the 'elephant in the room'. They had both had unprotected bareback sex with two virile young black men and could both easily...

August 24, 2024 Dear Journal, Let’s start with introductions. You’re Journal Number Seven, or just Journal for short. You’re the seventh in a long line of journals that I’ve owned since I started writing down my daily adventures. I’m Mindy, the girl who will be logging entries onto your pages. Nice to meet you. Journal Number Six was a good and faithful servant and will be missed, but it’s time for a fresh start. Why is i...

It was a long week at work, and when I got home Friday evening I was too exhausted to even think about sex. I downed a beer and went to bed. But Saturday morning, I woke up refreshed and ready to go! Remembering what a great time I’d had with Agnes last weekend, I figured I’d give the FOWNY website another whirl. I sat down at my laptop and browsed to the FOWNY bookmark. I typed in the user number it had given me last wee...

Virgil found himself frustrated again. While stroking his cock felt great, the release of orgasm eluded him lately. He could still get nice and hard, but reaching climax had been unattainable for some time now. Things were already not fabulous in his relationship with his wife, Sheila. Although she was still a beautiful woman, she had lost interest in sex long ago, and while she knew he took care of himself from time to t...

The name is Ouettecunte: Jane Ouettecunte. A highly distinguished old Saxon name, I am told by my husband. Mine was Bloggs; so you could say I have married into pedigree – and it suits me. Ouettecunte is, of course, the Norman bastardisation: the Wettkunts were a noble Wessex family who curried favour with the invaders and were granted a bishopric in perpetuity in what was then called Wiltshire. So they are terribly respe...

I want porn with a story full of sexual tension, and longing. I want to hear soft moans and whispered gentle affections. I want eyes of tenderness, care, patience, and emotional connection. I want exploration and adventure among traveling companions. I want the warmth of a slow burning blaze, not the cold flash of neon lights. I want submission without domination, taboo without defilement. I want believable acting, a plau...

When Tyrone woke up, the TV still ran old cartoons; thus, he picked up the remote and clicked it off. It wasn’t like he contributed to the light bill, so better to avoid exacerbating the argument that would follow on that front. The remote switched places in his hand with his mobile, where he saw several missed calls from his father. Dealing with him was something he had no desire to rush, so instead, he opened Instagram...

Sitting in the lecture hall, I strained my vision to read the slides on the screen. They were swimming before my eyes, and the light of the screen set off jolts of pain in my throbbing head. I looked away, focusing on the professor. Professor Lopez was a well-known historian and, in fact, one of the reasons I’d applied to this college was to study under him. His were the only lectures I was still going to. They were that...

Looking at porn sites of old amateur grannies, I often wondered how they got those old birds of seventy-plus to pose for pornographic cunt and tits shots? And what was more intriguing, how did they get them to piss, suck cocks, and have anal sex? I supposed money must come into it somewhere. So to find out, I put an ad on Craigslist and Viva Street websites. It read: Professional photographer researching interest in porno...

Part 1: The Foyer Violet stared absently at her coffee. Black. The calming aroma of the small riverside cafe did little to smooth her nerves. She took a sip. Bitter. Usually Violet limited her caffeine intake in the evening, but tonight she would be needing the energy. Across from her, Alice nursed a latte. Extra sugar. "I don't know if I can do this." Violet couldn't tell if she was shaking from anxiety or coffee. "You o...

On a cold November night, I found myself morosely scrolling through pornographic videos. I had made two of them myself, and they’d been moderately successful. In total, four hundred and sixty-five thousand people had seen them which, my calculator told me, was 0.0033125% of the human population. But no other offers of work had come through and I’d started to worry I was done. So why was I morose? Well, it was looking at t...