The next few days were a bit of a blur. I attended classes, saw some friends, played games and tried to study, but I couldn’t help but feel dazed. I’d sucked and stroked a real cock. I’d guzzled a glass of cum in front of my new mistress. I’d gone past the point of no return now, and I didn’t know what to feel. At night, I’d stroke myself senseless and been the slut I knew I was, but the post-orgasm shame after was relent...

Chapter 1 Pausing our game of Fifa, Jack got up from the couch to greet Paige, his girlfriend. Paige was also the only real friend I had aside from Jack himself. Seeing as we were twenty-five years in age, having a sum total of two good friends might seem like a poverty-stricken existence but I valued what I had. I laid down my game controller while the duo shared a passionate kiss. I stared at them deliberately so as to...

I was standing there staring out at the ocean but not looking at anything in particular. My empty coffee cup was in my hand, hanging by my side, when I felt Anne's arms circle around my waist. Her warm voice in my ear, whispering. “Good morning, my lover.” I felt the smile spread across my face as her mouth nuzzled into my neck and kissed that sensitive spot just below my ear. "Mmm, hello, sleepyhead. Finally dragged your...

From behind the door comes his muffled protest. “You’re not serious…” I’m dead serious. “Is there a problem, babe?” I ask, grinning like an idiot. Silence. Then, quietly, “No.” A moment later the lock clicks and the door eases open as he comes shuffling out. “You’re evil,” he mutters, shooting me a look that’s more heat than hate. I grin wickedly. “No, babe… this would be evil.” I slip a hand into my pocket and press the...

The pool hall was a sultry den of low light and primal energy, the air heavy with the scent of bourbon, chalk dust, and unspoken desire. The clack of billiard balls mingled with the throaty hum of laughter, creating a pulse that thrummed through my body. My tight black dress clung to every curve, the silky fabric stretching taut over my lush hips and big, heavy breasts, the deep V-neck revealing a teasing swell of cleavag...

One day I received an offer to participate in a fisting session. Fisting is extreme for me. I am not yet ready for this type of sex, and my hole is not trained enough. I have never been in a passive role and do not intend to be in the near future. However, I can be active in fisting, when I turn my hand into a large cock. I have always been fascinated by men, sometimes young, sometimes mature, who are able to take a large...

By the year 2069, humanity had finally run out of miracles, and out of patience. Fossil fuels were extinct, solar grids stretched thin, and the world’s last hydrogen refinery had shut down six months earlier. Then came the discovery that changed everything: human semen, of all things, could be refined into the cleanest, most stable form of energy ever created. They called it Jizzoline. At first, the idea sounded like sati...

It had been a week since he made love to Piper. Seeing her pussy wrapped tightly around his shaft was one of the most erotic moments of his life. Every waking moment, he thought about her naked body and all the things he wanted to do to it. She was so innocent and sweet... and there were so many things she had yet to experience. He wanted to show her that his cock was hers now, and she could use it however she pleased. Bu...

I looked up into the kindly eyes of Father Timothy. “Finish your penance, William. Absolve yourself of all your filthy, sinful and covetous thoughts. Take my healing seed; much as your new bride takes yours. I nodded slightly, lifted the alb and pulled his pendulous ballsack toward my face, directing the dripping cockhead of his gnarly prick through my parted lips. He shot his warm, salty load within seconds. I swallowed...

I wince at the faded sign. Brightwater Gardens. I haven’t been here since I was a teenager and I was embarrassed to be seen here then. Now, at twenty-nine, I’m back. Standing in line, I feel my pride peel away like the chipped purple and yellow paint on the sun-bleached letters overhead. A few months back, we decided to call it quits. Me and Charlotte, the woman I was supposed to marry. No hard feelings. Since then, my li...

“Masey boy,” Calvin said again, drying his hair with the towel. “You find your bag?” I nodded, still gripping the blanket like it could hide the very obvious hard-on in my briefs. “Yeah. The staff already brought it up,” I muttered, not trusting myself to say more. My eyes flicked down once more before I could stop them. His cock was still swinging gently in those black trunks, heavy and outlined like it was half-awake an...