The festival was finally winding down. The band was still playing somewhere behind you-- a slow, off-key love song drifting through the warm night air in the Philippines. Vendors were dousing their grills, and the smell of charcoal, grilled pork, and spilled beer hung over the little town like a blanket. My wife and I walked, hand in hand, toward the roadside, both of us a little unsteady from the Red Horse we'd been drin...

Few things in this world turn me on quite as much as being eye to eye with a hardening cock. Lord knows I can be insecure and I'm not always good at reading people, but knowing that a man is aroused by me, desires me, drives me a little wild. The man ahead of me, a work colleague and very much not my husband, is no exception. Despite having already cum countless times at his hands in the photography studio loft space, the...

When my neighbor Heather (not her real name) and her husband moved in next to me, my first impression of her was of a plain, almost matronly woman. I couldn't tell if she had a nice body or not because it seemed she was dressed to hide every aspect of her body. My best guess told me she was in her mid-fifties. She looked drab. I didn't know if that was by design or something else. But she was quite friendly. The first tim...

Nearly two hours had passed, and Nick was growing more and more antsy by the moment. Simply making the choice to detour here had been awkward enough, but to wait around in the hopes that Zeke showed up was simply surreal. Tina had noticed his discomfiture, and while he was doing his best to support her, it was obvious that his patience was wearing thin. She was about to speak up when a deep voice rumbled from close behind...

A few weeks after that first backpacking trip back, the Bryants were home in bed following a day hiking. Abby was asleep, the boys were playing video games, and the couple were in bed watching a little porn and fooling around. The initial idea was to tease, to work themselves up a bit before sex, but after watching a clip of a middle-aged white woman having sex with a particularly hung black man while her husband filmed a...

It's been weeks, and my humiliation over Phil leaving me feels just as fresh as it did the moment he walked out of my apartment for the last time. I can't help but replay our final conversation in my head, when he gave me that tired line: It's not you, Annette. It's me. I'm full of self-loathing for missing him. No doubt he's moved on to some other woman already. But while my affection for the man has turned brittle, read...

Whenever Rob’s away on business, I found it difficult to sleep. I had forgotten what it was like to sleep alone; thirty years of being in a relationship had done that to me. But on this occasion, there was another, more pressing reason. The second Thursday in July was finally here! Lucy and I were having our spa break. We had been discussing it for weeks, getting each other hot and bothered about what we were going to get...

This story is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. I would strongly urge you to read “What Happens in the Backcountry, Stays in the Backcountry” before you read this story. There are vital developments in the original tale that give this story so much more depth and meaning than it will otherwise hold for you. Be aware that this story involves a woman having sex with someon...