My eighteen-year-old lover and I spent a wet and wild Christmas Eve morning in my marital bed. He told his father he had some last-minute shopping for his siblings. Truth was, he already had everything purchased, and I helped him wrap it. We ended up having three uninterrupted hours of orgasmic bliss, trying a few new naughty things. Soixante Neuf (69) was his new favorite. His stamina was remarkable. And my willingness t...

Linda and I both enjoyed her having sex with another man while I watched. We decided to increase the excitement. It was her idea to go to a local bar where she would act as if she were alone while I watched from close by. Not only for the sexual thrill of watching her get picked up but for her safety, as well. I let Linda work out the details since it was her idea. We rented a two-bedroom suite at a nearby hotel. The idea...

Genelia was a young 17-year-old Indian beauty. She lived in Andhra Pradesh with her mum, dad, grandparents, and her maternal uncle, Babu. It was customary in India for nieces to marry their maternal uncles. Genelia was from a very liberal family; yet her attraction to Babu was strong, familial, and conservative. Babu was a handsome middle-aged man. He had big brown eyes, an athletic build, and full lips that were begging...

The rain had been falling for hours, turning the roads into slick, black mirrors. Dylan, Amy’s fairly recent boyfriend, was supposed to drive her home, but he was wasted. The party had been fun; she even let him finger her while his two best friends watched. It had been hot in the moment, but now she was just pissed that he’d gotten trashed on her, leaving her stranded. She knew who to call. Her stepdad’s voice echoed in...

If you have read any of my other stories or seen my photos and videos, you know that I’m a thirty-year-old redhead, I’m a proud slut, and I’m absolutely crazy about my husband’s nine-inch black cock. I was raised by a mom who is very proud and happy to be a slut. She enjoys being Dad's slut. She raised me to also be a happy little slut, and I very much appreciate that she did. Since high school, my sex life has been many...

Now married and still only 19, we continued to meet up with friends at a local pub that ran a disco on a Friday night, although our finances (paying mortgage, etc.) didn't allow us to go every week, but we did manage to go every two to three weeks. It was shortly after our first anniversary in the summer of 1975 that we first met John and Mary, quite by chance. We were late one evening and found that the group we had expe...

The text came through when Cyrilla was on her way home from work and stuck in traffic. It was from Beneficence. Hard day. Not sure what else to say about it. She hummed, smiling lightly, knowing and appreciating him texting this much. She knew Beneficence struggled with alexithymia pretty severely. And they’d been together six years, and worked together so that he could at least type out something like this, and given eno...

Shortly after I first saw Julie naked—she had lost a bet to me and had to perform a striptease at a club on amateur night—we began sharing a bed, always in pajamas. Every morning I'd lovingly brush her hair, like a smitten schoolboy crushing hard on the girl next door. I had long fantasized about making love to her or us being intimate with each other, but that remained just a dream. I couldn't hide my arousal when she sl...

It was a balmy Friday night in a sleepy little town on the west coast of Florida when Jake Bellinger decided to head to the bar after work. He climbed into his sleek, red F-150 and checked his reflection in the rear-view mirror. His deep blue eyes looked back at him as he ran his fingers through his shoulder-length brown hair, sun-kissed with highlights, framing a reasonably handsome face. Maybe tonight someone would find...

I lay there, trembling and spent, the aftershocks of my release coursing through me like a lingering echo. Mistress Inga and Mistress Selene exchanged a knowing glance; their smirks hinted at an unspoken agreement that left me feeling utterly exposed. Their dominance was intoxicating—a display of power that left no room for disobedience and no hope for escape. Mistress Inga finally withdrew, the strap-on slipping free wit...