Marcie Baxter prepares for the weekend, just like she has for weekends in the past. She’s 34 with a shapely body that she loves to show off whenever an occasion presents itself to her. Her measurements are 36C-28-32. Her nipples are quite small, measuring only about a ½-inch across but stand out from her breasts a full inch. The surrounding areolae are a very light shade of brown. Her ass isn’t too big, and her short dark...

When we got into Mum’s bedroom. Mum said, “Barry, let’s leave the lights on so we both can get to know each other’s bodies instead of fumbling around in the dark. Darling, please sit there on the bed and spread your legs for me.” Mum took off her kimono, and her beautiful body looked incredible. She then knelt in front of me. My cock was lying erect on my stomach with the bulbous head over two inches above my navel. Mum s...

Mallika lay wide open on my bed; her voluptuous body was a sin to see. Her black thong was soaked in her juice and barely clinging to her dripping pussy, her lacy bra caging her heaving breasts. I knelt between her parted legs, my nine-inch cock was rock-hard as I lay it on her chubby tummy. The tip rested well above her navel, and even I was shocked to see how deep it would go. “Mommy, look at this monster,” I bragged. “...

Day 2 in the city of Savannah began like any touristy day, a food tour and cemetery tour, but I found myself on a quest for an unforgettable night. Having spent the day exploring the city's historic charm, I was ready for something more... exotic. I had heard whispers of a drag queen bar crawl that promised an experience like no other, and I was determined to dive headfirst into the adventure. As the sun set and the city...

I’d known all day he was close to breaking — every glance, every brush of my body against his had wound him tighter. It was delicious, watching him try to maintain composure even as I chipped away at it piece by piece. A casual touch to the back of his neck, a whisper grazing his ear, the way I'd let my fingers trail down his spine just long enough for him to second-guess whether it was accidental or intentional. He’d hel...

Kat – short for Katai – is odd, right? I mean, she’s not scary-weird or anything, but a little odd. Her mannerisms, especially her laugh. She does this odd thing with her hand when she’s laughing. Now, I’ll bet you’ve just pictured someone laughing and raising their hand up, like they’re about to slap their thigh or something? Not like that. It’s more like she’s got a ping pong bat in her hand, and she’s swinging her arm...

The first sensation was a thick, insistent pressure against the small of her back, a solid heat that pulsed even through the layers of their shared sleeping bag. Jamie surfaced from sleep slowly, the deep, even rhythm of Matt’s breathing a warm breeze against her neck. A sliver of dawn’s pale, gold-orange light peeked through the tent’s mesh window. She smiled into the darkness, a slow, languid curl of her lips. He was st...

Mike had woken up before the alarm, Sarah warm and soft against him, sunlight already filtering through the sheer curtains of the beach house. He'd kissed her shoulder, gotten a sleepy murmur in response, and slipped out of bed to make coffee. At thirty-five, Mike still felt good in his skin. He ran regularly, played basketball on weekends, had kept the body he'd had at twenty-five with only slightly more effort. The gray...

We were both transfers. She was a year older—more experienced, louder, more knowledgeable… more playful, or so I thought. I’d been a bit down because things hadn’t worked out with the girl I was into, and Cindy was a friend first and foremost. Every now and then she’d stop by. She’d visit my old roommate and me, since we had all been friends. But she was a queen in her own right, a force to be reckoned with. She had long...