When I woke up at around five in the morning, I rolled over and kissed Barb on her neck a few times and she moaned a bit. She repositioned herself to face me then said, “I’m going to be a total slut today. I want as much cock and pussy as possible after I get some more sleep!” I whispered that she should go back to sleep since I was going to work out for a while then I took a hot shower before heading down to the fitness...

After discovering something online during a porn rabbit-hole experience, I decided I wanted to try it for myself.  A few weeks previous I had been clicking through different videos and stumbled upon a video suggesting squirting, which I love. So I clicked it, ready to watch a fountain gush from a beautiful pussy while a woman screams her orgasm. What I got instead was a video of a woman relieving herself. My first instinc...

Early in our relationship, Barb and I made the admission to each other that we were both sex addicts that didn’t want any kind of intervention to cure ourselves. Our only genuine limit was anything that might get us arrested but occasionally we still took the chance. One of the major reasons that I moved to the Old Irving Park neighborhood was Independence Park, a seven-acre jewel that offered us both a place to hunt for...

David wakes up and heads into the shower as usual, lugging a hard on along with him. He closes the door behind him, ignoring the sound of water and pulled back the curtain of the shower to find his sister in his personal shower. "What are you doing here!?" "What do you mean. I live here too!" Fiona yells. She slowly drops her eyes to look at the 9 inches in front of her. "This is my bathroom!" David says, trying his harde...

Prior to the start of our almost eleven years in an open-relationship, Barb had a Domme/submissive relationship with Spencer. When we started seeing each other, she offered him one last session with her on the condition that I would also use him as a 'play toy' at the same time but he canceled the day before. We forgot about him until three months later,  when she received an e-mail begging her for one last play session a...

We were sitting in the living room after supper, sipping some wine when we decided to look at our joint profile on Fetlife (Pixie_and_Daddy). We wanted to respond to messages that we might have received and look at photo comments. That task took us about thirty minutes, just as we were about to log-out of our profile, I suggested to Barb that we compose a post looking for a paid photo shoot for her. She was somewhat cynic...

While I drove home, everything that took place with Barb kept running through my head repeatedly! Once I was in my apartment, I left her a voice-mail telling her to check her e-mail because there’d be a long message from me that needed to be responded to ASAP. In the message I sent to her, I told her about my individual profile on Fetlife and urged her to create her own profile on it with bogus details so she could do wha...

Mandy didn’t know about my relationship with her mother. She didn’t know that my tongue had been in every nook and cranny of the older woman’s body, nor that I had penetrated the canal through which Mandy had entered the world. She didn’t know that my exultant spunk had drenched the surrounding area because Mrs Hubert turned me on so much. She didn’t know that I knew about her relationship with her stepfather – unless Mrs...

I’ve been a political activist since the age of eighteen and over the years, I’ve worked on several political causes which is how we first met. The Chicago Police Department had a long history of brutality and violence particularly against minorities. Several high profile cases took place with unarmed suspects being shot to death that sparked public outrage in the late 1990’s and one evening there was a message on my answ...

Mona walked into the grocer at an energetic pace. She was in a good mood even though it was freezing outside. Her last meeting went extremely well; her client was very impressed with her draft of his company’s annual report. She had a few things to pick up before heading to her office and the shop she entered was convenient enough. She noticed the bearded man almost immediately as she rounded the corner where the fresh pr...

My sixteenth year was the most miserable of my life. In fact, I could say it was the only miserable year. I had just begun to realize that I was different than the other boys my age that I knew. There was a new boy in my class named Calvin, and I had a crush on him. Calvin was a country boy from Oklahoma who was a year older, having been held back a year. His family had had a farm that had failed, and his father had moved...

New Year's Eve was always something I looked forward to with mixed feelings, as I felt obligated to be social while everyone else got increasingly drunk. Neither the former, nor the latter appealed to me very much, and so I had turned the end of the year into something relaxed and quiet for me and my loved ones, ever since I was living alone. 2016 was no exception. Novella and myself had a nice evening, watching a little...

I don't usually put myself on stage at public events, but since a few of my friends are a lot more outgoing than me, they keep dragging me with them on occasion. Novella is one such friend. The unassuming librarian already organized a reading for me and hooked me up with interviewers, so when an erotic fair started, she tried hard to get us there in one form or another.Her idea was some form of public discussion about "po...

A few weeks after my first public reading, I received an interesting email. Apparently, Novella was more invested in my stories than I thought she would be and so she contacted the host of some literary blog, or podcast she was listening to, who in turn emailed me for an interview. From what I've gathered, the podcast was mostly about "new" independent authors, and the woman who ran it was interested in talking to a "sex...