It had been over 10 years since I had fooled around with a man. After a recent MMF threesome, I could not get the sensation of sucking a man's cock out of my mind. I tried hooking up with men through online chats and sites but had no luck. Looking for some inspiration, I stopped at a local adult toy and video store. I'd never been to the video section before, but I figured I'd take a peek. I saw several booths with curtai...

We were both 17 and had this ongoing routine. That night, as my best friend slept over, everything changed. He started: “Hey, do me a favor?” “What?” “Blow me!” “I will if you will.” “You first!” “Whip it out!” He exposed his already hard cock; seeing his erection for the first time, mine instantly started throbbing. I immediately got on my knees. Only took a few minutes to fill my mouth with his warm cum, I didn't waste...

It was our annual long weekend to wine country. After several years, we had settled into a familiar routine. We stayed at the same inn out in the country, a small, exclusive property that was the perfect combination of beauty, quiet, relaxation, and welcome. We preferred it to the hustle and bustle of town and felt more connected to the land here. Our visits now followed a familiar pattern. We had developed a close relati...

“I will. Maybe you want to bring the car nearer the rear of the tree so you can see us better, but whatever you think you see, do stay in the car. Hugh is nervous enough as it is, and as I have mentioned, I want to go all the way with him.” “Short of fucking.” “Yes, John, short of fucking.” With that, as she waited, her husband moved his car. Due to the street light, it was brighter at the rear of the tree than expected,...

Ryan lay in bed, tangled in the sheets. Most Sunday mornings didn’t allow for this kind of laziness, but Sarah was out of town helping her parents for a week, and he was taking full advantage of the situation. He was so relaxed that he’d almost forgotten everything that transpired over the past week. He let his eyes drift shut again, sinking deeper into the pillow. A soft cough cut through the stillness. His eyes cracked...

Matt’s hands were still shaking despite being on the steering wheel of his car. He was out for a drive in the countryside, roof down, with the breeze tousling his hair, when the message on his mobile phone came through. He pulled over to the side of the road and read it. Staring at it for ages, the message still didn’t sink in. He understood what it said; he just didn’t expect to see it. When he put the pub’s name, ‘The W...

The door clicked shut, and the house fell silent; the faint scent of Emily’s perfume lingered in the air. After what felt like an eternity, Ryan reached across the table. He closed the laptop and exhaled. He forced himself off the couch, trying to reclaim some sense of normalcy. It didn’t work. The shirt she’d used to wipe herself clean lay crumpled on the floor, cum stains already evident on the dark cotton. Not far away...

The black mask was a self-imposed shackle. Its silken ties brushed her nape, a whisper against skin. A reminder of what she refused to relinquish: anonymity, distance, the line between permission and protection. Above her, the oppressive golden light of the crystal chandeliers reigned absolute. Their facets gilded the estate’s cracked facade in borrowed splendor. It had once been the pinnacle of decadence. Now, it wore it...

As Phoebe enjoyed the kissing and touching she received during breakfast, she was reminded of A. Dumas’ Three Musketeers, who shared everything. She tried to remember their motto and their names. She knew Athos was the oldest, hence her husband John; Porthos was the flamboyant one, hence Peter, and Aramis, the deep, thoughtful one, Tom. After breakfast, the guys did the clean-up, then went off to find a golf game. Phoebe...

Annie and I were seventeen. She was a few months older than I. We are the best of friends, and we share everything, even our deepest secrets, except one. I had dropped enough hints over the last few months and was beside myself, not knowing how to proceed. I masturbated frequently to pictures of her that I had on my phone. Some of them were stolen from the girls' gymnasium changing rooms. I wasn’t proud of doing that, but...

It had been several weeks since I'd last heard from my ex-wife, Sue, but I was sure she had not given up her life of prostitution. Consequently, I thought it likely she would again contact me at some point to inveigle me into allowing her to use my house to entertain a client. The call came on a Friday evening. “Hello, knobhead!” she quipped. It might not be a term of affection, but I knew she meant nothing by that insult...