I was going through a dark part in my life when I finally decided to try and get myself back on track. I had dropped out of college, and with the money and free time I had, I was spending a large portion of my time getting blackout drunk, high, or fucking anyone who wanted me. I was only nineteen when I had left college, now, as a twenty-year-old man, I couldn't remember the last time I went out for a drink and woke up in...

Where do I start? It seems as though any way I tell it, I look like the baddie. I really don’t like being the baddie. As far as I'm concerned, everything I have done, every decision I made, was for my husband's benefit. Perhaps I should start by giving you a little background information. This all took place some time ago. I was thirty-five at the time. I was, and still am, married to the local vicar, he is almost ten yea...

 Sometimes, I use my fingers, dildo or a vibrator. Then there are times where I want to hump something. I enjoy imagining it's a person with me. So yesterday, I was humping my stuffed animal with its nose pressed against my pussy through my panties, on top of a pillow for added pressure. Then all of a sudden, something fell. I stopped masturbating and jumped up. I looked and saw nothing. But the sign on my doorknob was sw...

Gwynn, my wife of almost thirty years, and I have lived in the Atlanta area our whole lives. I’m the director of human resources for a manufacturing company, and we raised our two children here and have belonged to the same, large, evangelical church the whole time. By the time I turned fifty-two years old, and Gwynn was fifty, she noticed how depressed and bored I seemed to be at times and suggested that I join the men’s...

  “Oh yeah, cunt!” he muttered under his breath. “Yeah, hot fucking cunt!” he continued, ogling the juicy specimen of beauty displaying herself to his lustful eyes. Her pussy was indeed beautiful – pink and delicate, with a finely-crafted blond landing-strip, held open by a pair of painted fingers, so that he could gaze into its hot, wet, steamy depths. He stroked his cock in anticipation, feeling his shaft stiffen and gr...

  Outside number 38B Tottenham Cunt Road, any parishioner arriving for the advertised Requiem mass that Sunday morning might have noticed a young couple standing guard on the opposite side of the road. Actually, only one of them was standing; the other was kneeling on the pavement in front of him, sucking his cock. Bradley gazed down at Claire, her head bobbing slowly back and forth, tongue twisting and slobbering, lips a...

  The sun was setting on Alison’s birthday, as she, Eva and Claire sat on a bench in the park facing the empty bandstand – waiting. It was getting a little chilly on this autumn evening, so most of the outdoor fucking activity of the day was winding up – apart from one solitary couple about fifty yards away on another bench. They were both dressed in tight black leather, but the man’s cock jutted through his fly, and he w...

  “You can’t wear that!” exclaimed Alison. “Why not? Isn’t it sluttish enough?” replied Claire. She was proudly showing off her tight black wet-look PVC one-piece dress, which barely covered the distance between her nipples and her ass. Her cunt lips peeped out cheekily from underneath. “It’s too sluttish! This is an old-style religious service we’re going to: you’ve got to look modest and chaste and stuff – like they dre...

“Father Antonio!” smirked 16-year-old Giovanni as he arrived for liturgy practice. “Guess what? Those two sisters from the convent – they were touching each other at communion!” The young priest smiled knowingly. “Best not to snitch, Gianni. We have secrets too – remember?” The boy’s eyes dipped. “Sì, Padre…” Wordlessly, mindlessly, he turned to lean over the sacrarium, eyes hollow with anticipated humiliation. He heard t...