The next morning I was disgusted with myself. I felt I had done a terrible thing that was really against everything I believed in. I promised myself that I would be stronger in future, and sleep with the window shut if necessary. And I was very good. I quickly returned to my usual self and had barely a sexual thought for almost two weeks. The couple next door helped out by deciding to make their bedroom on the other side of the house by combining two smaller rooms. Life quickly returned to normal for me. I was in my final year of school, which had just started. I was studying harder than ever. One Saturday night however, I had been at my best friend, Anna's house doing some maths with her and by the time I got home my parents had gone. They had gone to dinner ... Read More»

"You have pretty feet." I looked up to see who was speaking. It was Deena, a freshman who lived on my floor. She had long black hair and beautiful olive-brown skin and dark exotic features that made her look as if she was from somewhere far away...Indian maybe, or Polynesian. Later, when we were friends, she told me that she was from New Jersey. Her mother was Jewish and her father was Cuban. The mix worked; she was a gorgeous girl, maybe 5'3", with a great little body and an infectious smile. I spent the first semester of that year avoiding her. I was her R.A., her Resident Assistant, after all, and I didn't want to get in trouble. But the breathtaking sight of her roaming the hallways in nothing more than a t-shirt and shorts, with her hair ... Read More»

Mona sat quietly in the passenger seat of the sleek jet black Mercedes SL 500. She loved the feel of the appointed leather upholstery against her naked flesh. She was lost in the music on the radio and the four kit leather gloved hands that were continuously caressing her hot flesh. Mona loved the sensation that she felt as the juices trickled down between her legs and slowly crept between the crease in her ass. It excited her to know that this fine interior was being lubricated with her scent and she was even more aroused to know that she had no idea whose hands were in those supple mitts. Mona shivered slightly at the thought and then exhaled deeply letting her distended ½ inch nipples brush against two different gloved hands. Mona was breathing sporadically ... Read More»

After that, I lost track of what was going on because I had just been building up to the most powerful orgasm of my life but denied once again. The machine continued its torture of me. It was no longer bringing me to the edge stopping and returning, it kept me right at the point of no return. I was perpetually "almost" orgasming. Days later, when I watch this scene I realize that this is the perfect point of my fantasy. Lexi is begging and screaming for the orgasms to stop. Her entire world is orgasm and she can not conceive of a world where she would experience anything but. I am in a world where orgasm is perpetually out of reach. I cannot even imagine what an orgasm is like any more. There we are, direct opposites of the sexual arousal. In the actual ... Read More»

Down on her knees, flipping through her favorite magazine, listening to some of her favorite tunes... this was heaven, pure and simple. Her body moved to the beat, pink buttocks whipping through the air, as she flipped the pages of her latest magazine. As she started to close it something caught her eye, she soon found herself engrossed in the article. She picked herself up from the floor and looked in the full size mirror for a moment before she began to remove articles of clothing, piece by piece. Only when she was as the day she was born did she stop to study her image more closely. She wouldn't say it out loud be she was rather proud of her body. She would never be a swimsuit model but she was fine with that. She placed her hand between her almost ... Read More»

My wife Sally and I have always been faithful to each othe. In our 5 years of marriage we’ve always had what I thought was a great sex life. Nothing could prepare me how she could want to be fucked by another man. Recently Sally an I have shared our fantasies with each other. It was all pretty tame stuff. But when I shared my deepest fantasy she was very shocked! I told her I wanted to see her get fucked by another man. She wouldn’t really talk about it and I decided to leave it alone and not talk about it any more. A few weeks later friends of ours, Mat and Olga came to visit and, as they live some distance away and like a few drinks, they stayed over in our guest room. The evening was very ordinary, a few drinks, a meal and hanging out. The conversation was ... Read More»

Dear Caroleena, Happy birthday. It is your 24th birth day and I'm really very happy to see you becoming such a big girl. I fought with tears back because one day I had seen the same girl wearing a red-white skirt with pink blouse and a birthday cone on her head celebrating her 3rd birthday. You remember the day? It was the very first day you came to live in our locality with your family. And now, you are just the same girl but in a more matured & sophisticated way. I can almost see you. Your petite 5'3"was always your concern around people. I've never seen you without your 5" stiletto. Needlessly, you knew you could be adorable in everyway possible. The dress you could probably wearing now, the classic white gown with golden laces at the back and waist, ... Read More»

As I said, my phone sex situation with Isabella was exactly what I needed. It was perfect, perfect that is, until the inevitable happened. "I want to meet you!" she purred down the phone at me, the day after I had listened to her fuck her ex-husband into a coma. "No!" my mind screamed, and somehow my voice found a more polite way of conveying the same message. I did NOT want to meet. I did NOT want to know what she really looked like. It would spoil everything! Didn't she enjoy things they way they were? What if we didn't like each other physically? Was it worth risking the enjoyment we gave each other anonymously? My arguments seemed sound to me, but Isabella was insistent, so much so that she would bring it up when she had me on the ... Read More»

My name's Jim; I'm 34, 6 foot, average build and looks, single, footloose and fancy-free. I'm a doctor – specialising in orthopaedics in a private clinic in London. I drive a black Mercedes SL55 AMG sports car, and own my own flat in a block in an upscale area of South West London. In short, I'm doing OK. If you had asked me on Friday when I came home from work I would have described my home and neighbours as follows: Although they are of widely differing ages, the other occupants of the block I live in all have one thing in common – they're all well-off financially. Some are nice and friendly, and always smile or stop to pass the time of day whenever our paths cross; one or two even invite me to the occasional dinner parties or social gatherings. ... Read More»

"Come to mama, baby," Edith Richmond said softly to the incredbily hung nineteen year old college sophmore, "let mama have some of that nice big pecker!!!" Cade Barker gave his hips a little shimmy, causing his massive erections to swing gently back a forth, giving the sixty five year old cocksucker a thrill as he made he way across the room so where she was sitting!!! "Oh my, Raymond," she said to her husband, who had by this time pulled his own pecker out of his pants and was casually fisting it as he stared in rapt fascination as his wife of forty one years wrapped her lips around Cade Barker's rock hard penis, "he's absolutely divine!!!" The Richmonds had for years made it a habit of finding well hung young studs to ... Read More»

We met at a bar. I was attracted to him the minute I saw him. He was very sleek and sexy, and I was getting aroused just thinking about him. After about half an hour and 4 beers, he approached me. We then began to talk for a while about everything -- who I was and what I was about, and vice versa. By the time we were done talking, I was was too intoxicated to drive myself home. He offered me a ride and I agreed. The whole way home I kept glancing at him, my cunt pulsating at the thought of fucking him. When we got to my house, I suggested he come in for a bit. He agreed, and followed me inside. The second he was inside, I grabbed his cock and told him how much I wanted him. He said he felt the same way, and we began ripping each other's clothes off. I took him to ... Read More»

Rosie was depressed. At 45 she was still quite an attractive woman, but her job was really getting her down and her relations with Jake had been going from bad to worse. After many years of being a single mother she had met Jake when she was singing karaoke at the local pub. He was a lot older than her and no oil painting. In fact with his beer gut and nicotine stained teeth she probably wouldn't have spoken to him at all if she hadn't been a bit tipsy and flattered by the applause and compliments that he gave her for her performance. The truth was that Rosie couldn't sing very well at all, but she had been star struck since she had been a kid. She just couldn't resist getting up on a stage, any stage, and if she got a good reception she was thrilled. The ... Read More»

It wasn't that Miriam had actually "decided" to remove her panties in the stifling heat—it was more of a natural and consequential thing to do, like a serpent shedding its outer layers, exposing the vibrant ones beneath. Her butter-brown skin looked exceedingly Amazonian. Her thighs showed the tone of a tri-athlete. And the curvature of her back defined itself grandly as it worked its way down to the incredible cleft of her perfectly molded ass, which had been pinched and squeezed and lusted after many times, sometimes not always welcomed. In the sun atop her apartment complex, she dropped the satiny thong merely by standing up and rubbing her legs together and gyrating her hips. This was a trick she had used playfully many times in the bedroom, and ... Read More»

In a northern Ontario December evening a husband and wife notched another chapter on a romantic getaway. The following text shows the reader that sometimes, watching is more fun than participating. Especially when both partners consent to throw all morals out the window for one evening. The husband narrates how appealing and attractive his wife is and describes how she remains in total control throughout. What you will see is a carefully laid out plan and how it actually worked. The following is based on a set of true accounts and circumstances. Only the names have been changed to protect the sexual identity of those involved. Lori and I checked into a classy hotel room in a Northern Ontario city. We shared a hot shower together and both got dressed up to ... Read More»

Monday. Slut Slave Tammy, I want you to make any arrangements you need to make for being away from home for next weekend. When you will present yourself at my home at 6 pm on Friday night and stay till 7 am Monday morning. Here are my requirements, for you to bring with you. Bring with you, your hairbrush, ping pong bat, any sex toys you own and one item of your choice to sleep in. This I should point out will be, if you choose PJ's would be a top or bottom only. Further more you will between now and Friday you will purchase a set of 'Ben Wah balls' and a 'Thai Bead string'. On Friday you will dress as a school girl that is a pleated skirt and blouse but no Bra. You will place the balls inside your pussy and the beads in your arse, over this you will ... Read More»