I’m a pretty normal 47-year-old married guy. I’ve been married for 15 years and live an uneventful life. Sex with my wife dried up years ago, so my only release is watching porn and wanking. I’ve been watching porn for many years and I’ve got more and more into guy-on-guy stuff. I loved big cocks and guys sucking each other. I progressed to chat rooms and spent hours talking with other guys. Eventually I started having ca...

Charlee rushed home from work. It was later than she wanted, and the tardiness wasn’t leaving much time to get ready before her man came over. He was a fifty-ish guy she’d met at a bar recently, and he’d definitely captured her attention — there was a lot of positive sexual tension between the two of them. She jumped in the shower to freshen up. The warm water felt good on her skin, reminding her of the heat her man gave...

I was a closeted bisexual man in the late ’80s, trying to navigate feelings I didn’t have the language or freedom to express. Living in North Carolina, memories of an early same‑sex experience kept resurfacing, and the pull to understand that part of myself was getting harder to ignore. I’d heard about a small gay bar in Jacksonville and felt drawn to see it, even though my life at home was busy and tightly structured. Wi...

First things first, I love my husband; always have and always will. However, he opened up my eyes to the fact that I was what they call in Scotland, 'A good ride.' I'm quite tall at five foot ten, and I've always been busty; hence the nickname BustyBeezy. I met Rob first when he dated my elder sister at school. I started dating him after we met in a bar when I was seventeen. He was four years older, and within three weeks...

It was a red-hot summer day last year. I had a week off work and had agreed to help my mate Phil put up a new garden fence. I’ve known Phil for years — he lives just around the corner and we spend a lot of time together in the pub. We’re both 49, married for ages. He’s let himself go a bit, but I’ve stayed pretty active, so I knew I’d be doing most of the hard work. Since I have access to a van, I offered to pick up the f...

I stepped into the bathroom quietly, heart already racing. I could hear her humming, but I couldn’t make out exactly what the song was. I could see Laura through the frosted shower door, just barely making out the shape of her body, getting a little better glimpse when she moved closer to the door. I just stood there quietly watching her as she washed. I had done that many times before, but this time she was happier, movi...

And so, it was decided. I was to go on a search and rescue mission to find Fiona's son Ritchie, and bring him home to Mummy. Ritchie was all of 36 years old. He became a father whilst still in his teens. Married and divorced the mother before he was 22. More recently, he'd been living with his pregnant fiancée for the last couple of years. His choice of partner always struck me as strange, in that every one of the ones th...

The first time my wife and I talked about having sex with other people, threesomes, foursomes, and more, we thought it was a great idea. We both loved sex, and what better way to make it even more fun?! We were still in college and hung around with the alternative music, artsy, PC "cool" crowd. We thought that among our "open-minded" progressive friends we would find others who had an interest in opening up their sex live...

Chapter 17 – Returning Home Brenda woke me up Thursday morning with a blow job. After I climaxed, we kissed as she fed me cum. I slid down and began pleasuring her with my tongue. She began convulsing as wave after wave of orgasm swept her body. She finally pulled me into a hug. “Oh, what a wonderful going-away present. I’ll remember this for a long time.” We showered together. It was time to remove my breast forms. Brend...

The next morning, I woke up early; the sun was barely peeking through the window. The birds outside the window were chirping happily. I looked at Becky, lying on her belly, one arm off the bed, one foot out of the covers, and her face turned to one side with a thin line of drool dampening her pillow. I laughed lightly and got up, stretched, left to use the bathroom, then came back and sat in the overstuffed chair next to...

I hesitated, then turned into the lot. The two neon window signs flickered “Adult” and “Open.” There was only a single pickup truck in front of the steps leading up into the one story house. I checked my watch: 7:30 pm. Surely there should be more business on a Friday night. Maybe the rain was a factor. I thought about turning around, chickening out. I listened to the tires of my Maverick crunch to a stop on the gravel. J...

Susan fully dominates Scott and punishes him. The following morning (and still naked in her bed), Susan and Mildred had tenderly kissed and hugged each other goodbye. Mildred had dressed and departed Susan’s home. Susan reached for her laptop, to check on any current emails that were chiming in her “In-Box”. And just like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, her mindset switched from being a very submissive woman, to a very confident...

I'd been to Tyler's home almost every other week over the last couple months. Each time was as wonderful as the first one. But it all was bothering me. Not guilt, but fear. Fear of having my world collapse around me. As I was catching my breath in bed next to Tyler one Sunday, I told him how nervous I was. Maybe I should cool it. He sensed that and understood, he said. Of course, it was easier because he had a new girlfri...

My first sexual experience played out like Romeo and Juliet on her Verona balcony. The back seat was big and soft as a limousine. Mantovani played from the speakers. She whispered, “I love you, Rhett,” as my heart pounded like the Drums of Naverone. My hand slid between her thighs, slipping off her moist panties. My zipper was undone, revealing my manhood—aching for entry into this heaven called the vagina. My loins were...

Charlotte and I had known each other for years but we had barely had a single private conversation; now I had her cummy knickers in my pocket and I didn’t know what to do with them. Our group of neighbours and friends had built up a lively little party circuit: half a dozen gatherings a year, mostly birthdays, but a big one for New Year. Sue and I always looked forward to our turn to host and we hoped the others did too....