That bastard Pete's teasing me, all right! His mouth is so close to my cock I can feel his hot breath on it. But he ain’t touching it. Nah. Everything but. He's kissing and licking the skin near it, the inside of my thighs, the spot where my leg meets my balls. Getting closer and closer, but not quite there. He's taking his sweet damn time, building up the heat. Fuckin’ A, man, the fucker knows his shit, knows how to buil...

I pitched my tent by the trout stream I was going to live next to for the next three weeks. This is my getaway spot that I have been coming to alone for ten years. Deep in the mountains of North Georgia, where there is no cell service. I have to drive ten miles to the convenience and bait shop to find cell service. My wife, Jen, thinks I'm crazy for camping in the wild and sitting in the woods for three weeks all by mysel...

The little slut’s slowly breaking free. Like a sleepy cat stretching itself awake and into readiness, her ass lifts slightly, and her legs relax, making her settle all her weight around me. “Ahh... wow... umh... cool,” she mumbles, like she still can’t believe he saw, still can’t believe he heard. The girl’s totally blissed out, totally owning it, and it’s making her hotter than hell. "Ahhh... mmh!" she cries when she fin...

A week has passed since I gave Dale his little treat under my desk, and things have seemed to go back to normal at work. We got our project finished, so work has been slow and steady. Dale has been extra flirty with me; I have been waiting for him to get me back for almost getting caught and talking to our boss while cumming in my mouth. I giggle as I remember it fondly, touching my lips where his cum was hanging from. I...

Pete strolls toward us, casual as anything, stroking himself with slow, deliberate movements. He leans against the kitchen door jamb, spits a big, glistening blob onto his dick, and continues stroking, his eyes never leaving us. There's no jealousy there, no anger at finding his wife naked on another man's lap—just raw, hungry desire. The sick fuck is loving this! He even gives me a nod, like he's giving his blessing to w...

I'm a Peeping Tom, and I walk the backyards of my neighborhood, searching for the women who leave their bedroom blinds ajar or curtains open while they're preoccupied with sex. I let them put on a candid show for me, and they usually never know they're doing it. But sometimes, if they notice me watching, they overcome their fear and invite me in. That's what happened this particular evening, as I will relate. I was near t...

When I got home, I parked the mower in the garage. Mom's car was gone. Thank God, it was Friday, she was out getting groceries. I put my shirt, shorts, and the rest of my clothes into the washing machine and started it. Next, a long hot shower with plenty of soap to get rid of any remaining evidence. Then, those towels to the washer. I was taking no chances there would be anything left to rat me out. After dinner, I drove...

As always, all too soon, summer began its ritual of turning leaves to the colors of fall. The morning air was crisp now, and a jacket was needed against the morning chill. Jeff was dressed and was out the door early. He had a meeting with the leaders and did not want to be late. He stopped by the donut shop and then headed for the construction site. Valerie was getting ready for work. She looked at her sandals. They took...

Nicole is a friend I met online, and this evening I have my first dinner date with her. She's a fun-loving girl with a bit of a kinky side, from what I can tell based on some of her online postings. I'm not quite sure what she'll be up for this evening, but I'll play it by ear. It's soon time to get ready and leave to pick her up, so I shower, blow my hair, shave, and brush my teeth, then get dressed, just nice slacks and...

It’s becoming a ritual I can’t resist—I come home, slip into my room, and leave the door just barely ajar. I sprawl naked across the bed, legs parted, my fingers lazily circling the slick edges of my prize. Every move is for the mirror—I angle my hips just so, tilt my thighs wider, arch my back in a way that makes my breasts lift higher—knowing Tommy’s eyes are locked on the reflection. He lingers in the doorway, caught b...