Whenever some one asks me about a sexual encounter that I remember the most, I have only one story to tell and that's my first experience. Though I have had more sex after that, this one remains as a classical encounter for me and I am pretty sure that I won't forget it till my death. I'm not overrating the story but I still, I repeat, I still remember each and every second of that three hour session, though it's eight ye...

I stood beside her as she read. I had my hands on her desk and was watching the way her glasses had slipped to the end of her nose. I didn’t move when her hand slid up my thigh under my skirt.   “Oh,” she said absently, “this is good, very good.”   I had no idea if she was referring to the text or to the state of my cunt as her finger stroked lightly between my lips.   ~~~   Paula has been a good friend for many years. Du...

Ever since my first sexual experience, I’ve known that I wanted to be a white cock only slut, and that’s what I am. That might seem like a strange thing for someone to say without explanation, so let me explain. First of all, I’m black. But maybe that isn’t surprising. What may surprise you is that I was born male. The truth is, I wasn’t even aware of my true sexual desires until I was eighteen and in my senior year of hi...

“It’s not fucking fair,” is it? In every major - and even not so major - city, men can go to any number of massage parlors and get their cocks worked along with their backs and legs and arms. Why is it that women can’t get the same thing? The experience of an amazing, full body massage that then turns erotic and ends with an explosive, earth-shaking orgasm? It’s definitely unfair. It’s why you need me, actually. It’s why...

It was Friday evening around 6:00 PM. I left work early and was now home from the nail salon. I was getting ready for our annual office Christmas party. It was in a hotel ballroom. The same as previous years, it was just for employees and some vendors, no spouses or guests. There would be around fifty-sixty people, and the mix would be approximately two-thirds guys and one-third women. We have a great group and an awesome...

It started with a few kisses. An innocent kiss on the forehead from him to her. An innocent peck on the cheek, from her to him. But the way they looked at each other right after was the thing that changed everything. They laid there curled up under the covers, him bare-chested, wearing his heavy cargo shorts he thought could hide his erection, her in a flimsy blue tank top and those white panties he always liked to see he...

At first, I didn't like it. Your face is so handsome; I wanted to see every inch of your skin. Why cover up perfection? Then, I started to wonder. What would it feel like against my cheeks, lips ... and between my legs? You left for your business trip with a face smooth as silk. You shaved every morning. I used to stroke your face with my fingers after we made love, while I was nestled against your chest. I would trace th...

When I was seventeen-years-old my dad was transferred to a small town. At the company he worked for dad was renowned as ‘the repairer.’ The retail department store chain that my father was employed at was very successful and had over one hundred stores in various towns and cities. Dad was famous for sorting out problems in stores that were on the decline and then restoring them to their former glory. Needless to say, we o...

Ms. J used me for things that were private and personal but not intimate. You don’t consider the feelings of a buttplug. You lube it up, use it, clean it, and toss it back in the drawer. Does a buttplug enjoy its work? The lobby and stairs were empty at 8 AM, so I texted her and quietly slipped in her door on the dot. The coffee seemed to meet her expectations. As she sipped it, she told me some of her story. “I’m a write...

It was August of 1990. Kelly and I were thirty years old. We had won a trip to Spain which we took the previous June. Kelly had a ton of sex on that trip, including a public gang-gang at a nude beach. We met some new friends, including Barry who owned both a Chevy dealership and a nine-inch dong, and Scott who owned several furniture stores. Both of them were in their mid-forties. The four of us also spent Independence Da...

This time when I woke, it was quiet, and there was a warm body spooning me from behind. Sam was naked too as I felt his soft cock pressed against the base of my ass while he held each of my breasts in one of his hands. I was sore from the fisting last night but still felt empty. My desire to have him inside me eclipsed my discomfort, and I decided to remedy the situation. Lifting my free leg a little, I reached between mi...

Deborah was a teenager in the nineteen-sixties. In nineteen-sixty-two she was seventeen-years-old. The industrial town where she was raised was hard-core blue-collar. Women knew their place and the bulky men she grew up with were traditional male chauvinistic pigs. That was simply the way it was. On Friday and Saturday evenings, women congregated in the kitchen playing cards after they had fed their husbands who sat in th...

Lani looked up from the bar and scanned the customers. She looked for empty drinks and flagging hands while pouring a light beer from the tap for the busty blonde practically lying over her date at the end of the bar. If it were her, Lani would've held out for something more expensive. Like hell she'd throw herself on a man over a cheap pint. Not that the man was worth drooling over--greased back man bun that was still ab...