The cock was so huge, not all of it fit into her pussy, but Savannah enjoyed it nonetheless. The man above her seemed to be enjoying it too. Kyle's green eyes seemed to glow in the dim lighting of her bedroom; his face was twisted with his effort as his hips pumped harder and faster against her. He seemed to be nearing the peak but Savannah wasn't quite ready for him to finish just yet. Taking him by surprise she pushed him off, rolled him on to his back, and quickly straddled him. She aligned her wet slit along the length of his dick and teased the hot flesh with deliberately slow sliding motions. His hips moved against her frantically in an attempt to force an entry but Savannah managed to control him; barely. Stilling her teasing motions she leaned over the ... Read More»

You arrive home from work on the evening of our anniversary, you lock the door behind you. You come into the living room to find me waiting for you dressed just the way you like... I have my black stiletto boots on with black fishnet stockings and suspenders. The black dress I'm wearing shimmers in the dim light and is so short you can see the tops of my thighs peeping out invitingly. My tits are trussed up under my chin and my hair hangs loose down my back. I look at you through from behind heavy dark make-up, waiting for your approval. You move me up against the wall and raise my hands above my head. The restraints are in place on wall ready for you to put my wrists in. Once restrained you lift up my dress to reveal my ass, then step back to get a good ... Read More»

She always sat on the back of that ugly beat up car, a rusted box, drinking her beer. I passed her every evening, coming home. She was usually barefoot, her jeans tattered at the bottom. Some days she smoked as she drank, other times it was just the beer, watching the few cars that passed her on that backroad. I knew her name, hell, every guy in town knew her. We had all loved her in school, wanted her. She was Homecoming queen, Prom queen, student this, that. She had smiled, waved as expected when she won, but there was something behind that smile that seemed gone, hollow. I had pictured her in my mind many times, her cheerleaders outfit being pushed up by me, not that asshole jock she married. My hands had played across her tan skin, lips kissing hers, hands ... Read More»

My name is Eric Musevini. I'm a tall, good-looking young man of African-American and Italian descent. Six feet two inches tall, lean and muscular, with light bronze skin, curly black hair and pale green eyes. That's me in a nutshell. What do I love doing? Oh, many things. I love walking through the park. Watching good clean shows on television. Eating Ice Cream. I also like to travel and be adored by my wonderful and adoring subjects. I'm an Italian Prince, you see. I'm a student at Maestro College, an all-male, four-year private institution of higher education. Maestro College is the best school in Italy. Made to educate the sons of elite families and raise them to be the leaders of tomorrow. My private pleasures are many. I like to fly my private jet. I also ... Read More»

I was at the local Super Shop grocery store getting groceries for myself and maybe some sex. Between 1pm and 2pm always seems like a good time. It had worked once before. I'm 55 slim, good looking for a certain kind of look, not great looking, graying, wrinkling, with a quick wit that some women fall for. Others couldn't care less. I'm shopping for a 48-63 year old woman to have sex with me. Out in the parking lot in my tinted windows minivan. I prefer married women with big tits, a big butt and a round belly. And usually black. They must still be lusty. You can see it in their eyes and actions while shopping. They have a more sensual way about them. One caught my eye today in the fruit and vegetable section. She was white, big tits, big butt, ... Read More»

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material and descriptions of explicit sex. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are fragments from the depths of my Apperceptive Mass and have no basis in fact. Enjoy!……B J W * * * * * The rain beat down on the windshield, as Robbie drove down the country hi way …he was glad he had thought to put the top up on the roadster before he started his trip. He spotted a small figured hitchhiker thumbing a ride just a head on the road, Robbie didn't usually pick up hitchers on the side of the road, but with the drizzling rain, he made an exception. Robbie put his hand down on the 357 Magnum S&W revolver he carried under the car seat just to be sure it was handy ... Read More»

You could tell by the way I walked in that the audition had been a tough one. "That bad...?" "Well at least I knew how to stay in tempo." "Well, keep your hopes up. You don't know what they thought yet." "I know. I just got that vibe that I was wasting their time and that they weren't impressed. I was really nervous and messed up a lot. I played the verse when it was the chorus, played the bridge when it was the verse. When I was supposed to pause I played through and the guitarist would look at me with that 'What the Fuck!?' look..." "Well it's the guitarist, you know they're divas." Letting out a slight chuckle I reply "That's true. I haven't met one yet that doesn't love their solos." I kick my shoes off and walk past you. Setting my bass ... Read More»

Dark had already enveloped us while the sun continued its slow crawl down the horizon, the red and purple western sky barely visible above the tops of the soaring white pines, the dim light of dusk lacking sufficient strength to penetrate the forest to the dirt road our car bounced along. The woods swallowed us. Had I not known the road we travelled as intimately as an experienced lover knows how to please their partner we could have easily missed a turn here or a fork there, quickly lost amid the confusing tangle of logging roads which often mimicked the numerous private trails leading to clusters of lake properties in this part of Minnesota's north country. But I could have gotten us to the cabin blindfolded. In fact, that's exactly what I reassured ... Read More»

My name is James Jacob Slay. Friends call me J.J. I kind of like the nickname, so I don't bug them when they use it with me. What's today's topic of discussion? Simply me, myself and I. I have certain rather intimate confessions to make. In my former life, I was a bit of a snob. I was the editor of the world's most popular and well-read fashion magazine. I had a vast and luxurious office located in downtown Manhattan and I was constantly surrounded by the world's sexiest women and handsomest men. The hunks and beauties of the modeling world paraded around me endlessly. Myself, I belonged to the unique clique of the beautiful people. I'm a six-foot-two, lean and muscular man with light brown skin and pale bronze eyes. My father is an Irishman and my mother is of ... Read More»

Luckily Netta and I were able to take shelter from a nasty avalanche as we were using a mountain ski run. The weather was turning nasty and we were very cold after cuddling up together in a rock bluff. We had been forced to ski for our lives away from the avalanche and away off the ski run. I had gone through some trees and I had lost my compass as the lanyard was ripped from my neck almost garrotting me. Netta and I had already talked about dying on the mountain, because we were hopelessly lost and visibility had deteriated badly with the heavy snowstorm which was drifting on the high wind. We had already perilously escaped with our lives as inertia had cleanly taken us both over a crevice at its narrowest point. If we hade been skiing a wee bit slower we ... Read More»

For as long as I can remember, I've been an ass man. Not that I fail to appreciate the beauty of a slender leg or plump breast and taut nipple. Far from it. But ever since I was a teenager, stroking my cock to the glossy images in girlie magazines, the primary object of my desire has been the soft, peachy fullness of a woman's bottom. The image that never failed to send waves of pleasure crashing through me, while thick streams of cum spurted from my painfully rigid penis, was always that of a beautiful young model, gleaming and on all fours, looking over her shoulder at the camera as if to say "fuck my ass, you know you want to." And want to I did. While I enjoyed plumbing the depths of a ripe and swollen pussy, or watching my cock slide between a pair of ... Read More»

I have on my new red stripper shoes. I must say my feet look damned good in them. They make my legs look so much longer. Now I am the height as the average man. A green Caprice Classic with some nice rims drive by. I hold out my arms like what's up but the driver doesn't even slow down. He probably doesn't have any money. Some old lady in a Cadillac. I don't know what the hell she's doing on this side of town. She probably lost. Forgot to take her Alzheimer's medication or some shit like that. I'll probably see her on the street next to me in a minute. It's quiet tonight. Everybody probably out celebrating Independence Day. I wish I could get down to the corner at those fireworks. I bet I could find some people looking to party. Nice. A Yukon Denali. ... Read More»

Just over a year ago I got involved with a cougar and it has been fantastic. Like many third year students at university I had a lot of fun in Edinburgh in spite of the horrendous prices for food & drinks. Because I had my car ( not the greatest looking but it goes), my own apartment ( well that is a bit 'posh' for what it actually was) and it was shared with another guy, was reasonable fit and not bad looking I didn't have any real problem in getting girls and getting laid on a fairly regular basis. I played the field a bit until just over two years ago I met and fell for Gemma, a tall willowy blond student from Edinburgh's other university. I was at a party in the Three Sisters Pub and as usual it was packed with a crowd all taking advantage of the 'cheap ... Read More»

It started early in the evening when my wife Sue got home from work, she took off her suit, which she hates wearing, and changed into sweats and a t-shirt. Not that romantic maybe but the sight of her braless tits always turns me on, and in a white t-shirt there was not doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. All during dinner she was either giving me that "come fuck me" look, or doing something suggestive with her mouth while eating. By this time I was hard as a rock and couldn't wait until the children were in bed. My wife and I have sex at least four times a week and have had for the six years we have been together, but I got the feeling that tonight was one of those special nights, when we wouldn't get much sleep. The rest of the evening was nothing but ... Read More»

A day i wouldnt forget was when i went to a party with a few guy friends of mine. Most the time i hung out with guys rather that girls because i was a sex freak and im not afraid to admit itor back it up. I am a sexy slimblonde with a cute ass and anice set of tits. This night i knew their was going to be plenty of guys there so i made sure i looked my best with with a short pink skirt that made my ass hang out big time. Infact when i first arrived to the party I already noticed all the instant attention to my ass. I had a boyfriend at the time but he was out of town probably fucking god knows who because hes a sex freak just like i am. As the night went on after a few drinks there was like three guys basicly smothering me on the living room couch just talking to ... Read More»