“Ok, World Cup sweepstake! Each choose four teams, one from each pool!” Sara recalled Hugo’s big penis slamming into her from behind, sweat dripping from her brow onto the pillow…”Spain, please!” The memory of riding Holger’s cock, one palm on his chest and one massaging her own breast, surfaced…”Austria, please!” She visualised Scott writhing helplessly on his back as she sucked his cock… ”Scotland, please!” Oh, she was...

As my husband of thirty years came, he asked me what was the sluttiest thing I had ever done... My mind wandered. Was it fingering my best friend on the bus? Sucking off my sister’s boyfriend in the garden? Gagged, bound and being fucked by strangers? Your mother fucking me with a strap-on the night before we married? Giving a hand job to your best friend in the back seat while you drove? Choking on your uncle as your fat...

“Tell me about the other men you’ve had in this bed,” Pablo whispered as he licked, teasing my clitoris, “Tell me the filthy things you did with them.” I closed my eyes, remembering, feeling. “Carlos stayed hard for five hours. I came three times. I sucked his penis until he shot in my mouth.” “More,” Pablo whispered, still eating my pussy. “Luis and I stripped, fucked, and were back at the party in ten minutes. Pol came...

I did all I could to hold on to her. Over time, I came to crave her touch more than food or sleep. Her presence breathed life into my formerly drab existence. And the things she could do with her lips, her tongue... Never did she shy away from any part of me. I still grow hard remembering the journey her mouth made over my skin. That I was older didn't matter; she swore it was love between us. Swore she'd stay. But from t...

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography, answering questions I see on the forums with a truthful answer! And this poster has hit on my obsession. I had an experience so powerful that it has never left me. I had an experience I have longed to recreate, but which cannot be recreated artificially or through planning. The poster asks, “What is your favourite memory of having sex?” When Iker pulled his boxers down, I saw at on...

She didn’t want to hurt Bertie. But it was coming to the point where that pain would be inevitable. Two years, Rachel remembered. It had been two years since they finished couples’ counseling, two years since their therapist of all people had introduced them to a community of kinky people like themselves. Since then, Rachel had seen more red or marked butts – her own included! – than she’d ever thought she’d lay eyes on....

In school, I was one of the band geeks. We had a couple of months, which involved contests every weekend, and we rode to and from on coed buses with beautiful girls of all shapes and sizes who hardly noticed me. The second weekend, I was lucky enough to get a back seat to myself. A couple of the color guard girls were sitting in the seats across the aisle from me. I happened to glance down and saw nothing but flip-flops a...

The night spread like a dark cloak over my bed, and I lay naked, wrapped in memories of a pleasure that I could now only savor in my mind. My lips moistened, not just those of my mouth, but also those that keep deeper secrets, that seem to have their own sense of taste, a kind of hidden palate eager to explore once more. I closed my eyes and their images appeared, their scents filling my senses as if they were here, an in...