Some girls are born to wear jeans. Maybe it’s the way the fit displays her ass, or perhaps how the skin-tight denim reveals the alluring shape of her thighs. Whatever it might be, some women can be sexy as hell in nothing more than an old pair of Levi’s. Gina was one of those girls. Blessed with nice tits and a figure that made blue jeans cling to her ass like Saran Wrap, she made my cock ache. That and the tight-fitting...

Jane sat in front of the muted TV waiting for John to come home. Her lifestyle was playing in her head and she realized that it was bifurcated. On one side was mundane drudgery, cooking, cleaning, shopping, laundry, paying bills, and John. On the other was sexual fulfillment, dopamine highs, thrilling foreplay, oral gratification, powerful orgasms, and Bob. With that attitude, it was no wonder that John feels alienated fr...

Half expecting her to call or stop by to apologize, Jack worried more that Haley seemed irrational about it. She didn’t give him half a chance to explain what happened or assure her of his love. He knew that her husband had betrayed her repeatedly and left her as he didn’t want to be tied down to one woman and children. That helped him understand why she felt the way she did, but he hadn’t behaved anything like her ex. He...

John was relieved to have Jane home after her vacation with Frank. It had been a long and lonely week spent waiting for word from her that didn’t come. After they dropped Frank at his house, she snuggled up to him and threatened him with serious sex when they got home. They practically ran to their bedroom, shedding clothes as they went. It was an epic reunion, followed by snacks because John had not shopped and more snug...

Janine, Janine Now, there’s a name She threw her axes for my shame Yet failed to land a cleaving blow Sharp splinters stoked my fire below • Curls, curls A dense and matted mane That quivered tightly as she came My tongue was greedy in her flow A musk betrayed her afterglow • ‘Fuck me! fuck me!’ A plea-command I spun her over with my hand And took her moon-pale cheeks to task To spank politeness from her ask • ‘Please, pl...

John awoke quite late the next morning with a crashing headache and disgust at himself for over-imbibing. As he started to remember last night, he thought, “Oh god, what have I done?” But as he thought more he understood that he had good reason. He definitely was not going to work today. He lay in bed, running through the events of the last several days and last night in particular. How could his wife let that gigolo take...

I met Claire in an art gallery. Art galleries often have some very sensual women in and we'd got chatting over a mutual appreciation of an erotic Man Ray photograph. After refreshments and a fun chat at the cafe, I walked her to the tube station. We swapped details and were about to part when we decided not to. I think the way our eyes connected when we smiled at each other made us consider staying together longer. Claire...

In the summer of 1981, Cory Larson was twenty-five. Ronald Reagan was president, and John DeLorean had just released his flagship DMC-12. Cory had aspirations of owning one. He had graduated from the University of Cincinnati, third in class, with an Engineering degree. His high achievement had landed him an excellent position at one of Cincinnati's leading Civil Engineering firms. He was your all-American boy, tall, hands...