Brayden and I sat on his couch, having just finished playing a video game (I won). The snow had started falling again, so I was in no hurry to leave. But it wasn't just the snow keeping me at Brayden's place that Saturday afternoon. I was also hoping to catch a glimpse of his roommate, Everly. Despite the fact that it was past one o'clock, her bedroom door remained stubbornly closed. "Let's go," Brayden said, picking up h...

About a week later, I left work in the middle of the day because the power went out. Knowing Jamie would still be at work, I just headed home. When I got home, there was a car I didn't know parked out front. I wondered who it could be. I figured I was just worrying for no reason, but when I went through the side door into the garage, Jamie' car was in the garage. He was supposed to be at work today. So, he was home and an...

Changing sides Josie sighed. She hadn’t intended to tell Ava but there was no going back now. She might as well know the whole truth. “Yes, I’m married. To Ben, who you met tonight. My parents were, are, very rich. But they’re also very strict. Ben and I got married in a high society wedding in Monaco, believe it or not.” “This is all getting a bit weird, Josie. But if you’re married to Ben, how come you go to The Den? Wh...

My first MFM threesome On one of my regular hook ups with Andrew, he told me of a MFM threesome that he and Sharon shared with one of Sharon’s boyfriends. Andrew said that the other guy was similar to him and Sharon thought that he was a good fuck. Andrew suggested that I should try a MFM threesome where two guys just focused on our hedonistic pleasure together. Andrew is always the guy who gets me to try something new. O...

Traveling for work can be exhausting and stressful. I don’t travel often, but when I do hit the road it makes for a long week. Occasionally, when I have worked several late nights in a row out of town, I have found massage parlors or private in-home massage therapists to relieve the tension in my body from long flights or long hours in the car. Sometimes, I am lucky enough to get a hand job from the masseur. Once I was ev...

The creek was breathtakingly cold even on a summer afternoon. After a quick dip, I returned to dry land and lay down on my back beneath the shade of surrounding trees. My bare skin was dappled with the sunlight that managed to work its way through the leaves. With an arm tucked beneath my head, I closed my eyes and lazed in the warm air. Having stripped naked before entering the water, I felt no concern about remaining nu...

Fifty-seven voyages around the sun, forty of them spent obeying biological impulses and getting intimate with a wide variety of females, all shapes and sizes... thirty years spent turning vanilla ladies into raspberry ripple kinksters... so many anal virginities taken, with love, of course. You see, I do like to be dominant. Inflicting mild pain as an adjunct to sexual arousal, the mix of endorphins and dopamine and watch...

I married my high school sweetheart, Tina. She was the envy of every man. Tina was tall, athletic, with a tiny waist and very large breasts that showed no sagging whatsoever. We were in college at the time, living in our own apartment. The college boys always stared at Tina and her breasts. I quite enjoyed the attention and so did Tina. We religiously worked out at the college gym. There was this guy, Tom, we knew. Tina l...

Day 6, Saturday. I woke slowly, and it took me a few moments to remember where I was. I was completely naked and spread out on smooth, clean sheets that were of excellent quality and had a very high thread count. I was marvelling at how smooth, cool, and nice they felt against my bare skin. The room was lit up so brightly that I had to blink rapidly to try to let my eyes adjust. When I could see without it causing pain to...

I arrived on time, that is to say five minutes early. I had left work a little early so as to have time for a quick shower and change of underwear. The directions to the ordinary looking suburban ranch-style home had been easy to follow. The neighborhood had a comfortable moderately prosperous middle class feel to it - typical middle American suburbia. Jim came to the door himself when I rang. He was maybe an inch or so t...