20th December: Ding dong! Hurrying along the hall, I open the front door. On the step, a neat rectangular box waits to be claimed. I scoop it up and glance around for the delivery driver—they’ve already vanished, but I hear the vroom of a van accelerating away. It feels heavy at one end. I set it up on a table, cut away the outer layers, ease free a glossy black box, and salivate at the prospect of a dram of fine single m...

Kathryn and I had been married for five months. This was our first Christmas together. My previous wife passed away unexpectedly a decade ago. After several years of mourning, I decided I should start dating. A mutual friend introduced me to Kathryn. Despite living three hours away, we agreed to meet. The chemistry was off the charts. Things moved fast. We were married four months later. Kathryn’s job required significant...

Kim awoke with a start, her heart pounding, shaken by a dream where she was chased by an irate, inexplicably naked woman, waving Kim’s abandoned blue bikini. Guilt at her unwitting betrayal of Henry’s not-so-dead wife haunted her. She shook her head angrily. He lied to me, she told herself firmly. Still, the illicit thrill of that betrayal heightened her enjoyment of the adventure. What kind of amoral monster am I? She dr...

In the week leading to our meetup, Henry and I talked every day, going over details and making suggestions. While we spoke, I encouraged him to stroke his cock but not cum. I wanted him to be bursting at the seams when we did meet up. He would brag about how big and hard his cock was. I hadn't seen it yet and wanted to be surprised when I saw it for the first time. We decided to meet at a hotel about 45 minutes away. The...

I showered after Clarissa and Melody left and wondered when Helen and Jessica would reappear. If they did at all. I half expected them to be out overnight. By the time it was fully dark, around nine in the evening, I had given up on them. I grinned, wondering what erotic adventures they were having. I settled at the veranda table with a book and a large scotch, gazing occasionally across the bay and at the twinkling light...

“I told you, call me Jill.” “Jill. Yes, I’m sorry.” “Shhh!” Jill says, sliding off the bed while still holding on to X’s hard, latex-wrapped cock. “Come, sit in the chair.” Jill’s grip on X’s cock is as much a crutch as it is a display of dominance. In addition to her pussy tingling and head spinning induced by X’s sucking and fingering extravaganza, a beam of pride shines as well: It’s been a hot minute since I sheathed...

“Those are beautiful!” Jill says, looking at Marsha’s glazed mint green manicure. “Thank you!” Marsha answers and asks, “What did you do?” “Same old, basic with a nude finish. It’s still gardening season,” Jill replied. “Our pedi chairs are ready for us.” The two friends sit in adjacent high-back chairs. Jill‘s eyes approvingly survey the slim-fitting shorts of the buff male attendants, along with the short skirts adornin...

“So Mummy,” Chloe whispers, “I think it’s time you saw what we bought earlier.” I swallow. I knew she’d bought more stuff in the sex shop. A shiver runs down my spine at what she has planned. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a little box. It’s black with silver writing on it and with a transparent window. I can see metal glistening inside. I stare uncomprehendingly at the writing on the box. Petite Sensations Beginn...

It was a given you'd come over to the table just as I finally gave up waiting, standing and gathering up my things. I'd sat there, watching the door, perched on the stool, keeping the requisite posture so my tits are out on full display, the silky purple fabric of the wrap dress gathers in the deep valley of cleavage, crossed legs show off nude seamed stockings and above them, a hint of the smooth bare skin and garters. I...

As the sunrise filtered in through Marion's bedroom window, I felt the warm wisp of his breath on the back of my neck, his hand still cradling my cock and balls and the nascent development of his morning woody nestled in the crease of my legs. My mind leaped back to last night and everything that had happened. My own woody began developing. Reaching behind me, feeling his fleshy pole, semi-hard, I turned toward him while...