Lying in bed, I hear my phone buzz, indicating I've got a text. Unlocking my phone I see it's from my best mate Paul's wife Katy. "I need your help, Steve." I read the text and reply to her. "What do you need?" Katy is six months pregnant and I'm expecting I'll have to run to get her something from the shops because Paul is busy. "I'm just feeling ugly right now. Paul doesn't want me; I'm fat. I just want to know if I'm b...

Watching him always makes me horny, I admit. I never thought it would, but the more we'd talked about it, the more interesting it had become. I mean, I knew his past when we started dating - he was very open about it. But it was never something that worried me. He had promised that he was absolutely faithful to everyone he had dated because he had been cheated on and he knew how it felt and how it had hurt him so deeply....

Mmm! There you are, Leaning over the table and winking With your thighs agape, And your juices dripping down As you look below … Moving closer, I plant a kiss over your shoulder And sit behind your ass, in a chair, With a full view of your sexy chocolaty ass That needs to be tasted by my tongue … Spreading it wide, And giving a little lick over the rim, I hear you moan … Looking at your pointy eyes, I lick it again, But t...

We met innocently enough. We bumped into each other now and again at the bakery/coffee shop where everyone gets coffee and baked goods for their rides to work. We’d make cracks about the weather, or one thing and another. As the summer heat waned, I started working sweaters back into my wardrobe. She noticed and made comments. I had a thing for sweaters, and I usually wore nice ones; respectable, but natural animal fibers...

Seven inches is supposed to be just perfect—at least as far as Subway’s polls regarding the gustative insult they dare call ‘sandwiches’ go. “You and I are through,” her text reads. Timestamp o-dark-hundred this morning. I raise one eyebrow and curl my lips into a pissed-off duck face at my girlfriend’s text—or rather ex, go figure. “Fuck Subway and their statistics,” I mutter, thinking about how she’s always kept reassur...

Eric never did consider himself much of a ladies’ man, although he had few complaints from the women he had dated. He just never found the one who would tolerate his sexual obsession for very long. Riding down Dale Mabry in Tampa one day, he stopped at a traffic light, three cars in front of him. He looked to his right and noticed several men lined up on the sidewalk, waiting to get inside an office building. His curiosit...

I'm tall, fit, single, live alone, and home a lot with early retirement. All that free time allows me to enjoy experimenting with being a submissive cock sucker. Something about the power exchange dynamic excites me. That said, I hadn't played very much. I'm a very private person and reluctant to share my address or go to someone's house. I'm about as deep in the closet as it gets. Good for privacy - not so good for exper...

They didn’t go out to lunch often, although they had been going out for a while. Alyssa was trying to watch her weight (she had put on about ten pounds within the last couple of months). And her boyfriend, Noah, liked to watch his wallet (though he was by no means cheap, just thrifty). On this occasion they had a date at IHOP and Alyssa was practically enraptured. “I’m going to get pancakes. No, eggs. No, eggs and pancake...

01 Yes, a lot of people would call me a bad person. But define bad. I am fifty-two, a straight female with a broad range of fantasies and strategies to make those fantasies become realities. This is the first time I've put them down in writing, I'm sure there will be more but let's start with a boy called David. When I first met David he was just your average teenager, he lived next door with his very nice but quite annoy...

It was the first fuck I had in my life. I was twenty years old. I was a very handsome young man and many girls loved me. The first one I had sex with was named, Wahiba. She was very beautiful and white, and she had a very prominent ass, which was the reason for my distress over her. I did not know her nickname, and she was divorced, as she got married young and divorced after a short experience. She fell in love with me,...

I purse my lips and grit my teeth in an attempt to keep quiet. I’m under orders given by the velvety, low voice of the man holding a whip, both a promise and a threat in his half-smirk, and the way he wields the tool with assuredness that can only come from experience. I can’t help but squirm against my bindings, inexorable in their power to hold me in place, helpless. Most people would call me crazy for doing this, allow...