I'm not going to pretend that I just turned an innocent eighteen years old when these events occurred. I was eighteen and a half when I entered college, with all the experience that eighteen years of living provides a girl, and much closer to nineteen than the big one eight when most of this story takes place. It was my good fortune to meet two people who will feature heavily in my stories, due to their involvement in my sexual experiences at this stage in my life, one guy and one girl, both older than I, one by about seven months, the other by a couple and half months more than two years. There were, obviously, some differences in the way I interacted with each of them and this is the chronicle of one night's happenings. It was a Friday night of a ... Read More»

I clean hotel rooms, and some of the guests stay in the room while I do it. One day I saw a guy get out of the shower. He had an OK body but his cock was monstrous - at least 10 inches. I knew he was staying alone, so one day I went to work, wearing thigh high pantyhose, and no underwear under my work skirt. When I cleaned, I got down on my hands and knees and could see him peeking. Then I confessed I had seen him, and we started going at it real hard. He fingered my pussy and I came right away. Afterwards, we sixty-nined. I took his huge dick and balls in my mouth while he licked me up and down, and ran his tongue all over my clit. Read More»

It's odd how people bond sometimes. I am a man rapidly approaching middle age and my best friend for the last few years has been a lesbian. I am nearly fifteen years older than she is, only seven years younger than her father, four younger than her mother. That I was her best friend there was no doubt as it was me she called at three AM on a Saturday morning to come bail her out of jail. Her former lover's new girlfriend had taunted Helen at a lesbian club causing her to do considerable damage to the new girlfriend, and minor damage to a bouncer. Not that Helen was a formidable specimen; she was small of stature and weight. But she was a redhead. I took care of her bail and took her to my home; I did not want her to spend the night alone. The love she ... Read More»

I miss him. I long for him. Two months is a very long time to be without your husband, when you're both young and horny, and have only been a couple for two years. I miss the everyday talks; in bed, at the kitchen table, in front of the TV... I miss his smile, his voice, the naughty glimpse in his eyes right before he makes his move. I miss his warm skin against mine when I fall asleep. I miss his long, thick cock, sliding in between my moist folds, reaching in through my pussy and further into my sleep, causing me to wake up, with him inside me. God! that cock is amazing! Long and thick and hard as wood, under that smooth, warm skin. The throbbing veins running up the shaft, like vines on a pillar. How I love to hold it, to kiss it, to feel it grow hard ... Read More»

The next day, I was walking up the stairs of our house when I heard Jill moan. I crept the rest of the way up the stairs, able to avoid any sound thanks to the carpeting. I had never actually caught my wife masturbating before. But here she was, legs spread out, sliding her favorite blue vibrator sliding in and out of her pussy. Not wanting her to stop, I watched for a while. Her clothes were strewn out of the bed and she was entirely naked, enraptured in the moment. She didn't notice I was looking through the doorway at her, she was too caught up in the moment. Jill's breasts are medium sized, but they are nonetheless remarkable. Her aureoles are puffy, standing out from the rest of her breasts when she was aroused, and her nipples are firm and red. She ... Read More»

It was a brutally hot summer day, and I had spent the morning irrigating the property. After watering the small heavily forested acre on the property, I turned the big sprinklers off and was surprised by how cool the air was out among the dripping trees. I stripped off my shirt. The slight breeze was cool and moist against my skin. Drops from the trees high above fell around me, some landing on my shoulders. The drips were the only sound I could hear. I was totally alone. I took my shorts off, working them over my shoes to remove them, and I was naked among the cool green. I took a deep breath and stretched. The sun was gently filtered through the trees, and I could feel its warmth on my shoulders. I rubbed them with my hands and felt the smooth skin there. My ... Read More»

Rocky the ram was confused by his frustration, for this situation was as new to him as it was to Mary. Lapping her juicy cunt had been a natural thing to do and getting a hard-on during that tasty snack was also natural, but now the ram was confused. Mary had a hot cunt, but she was not a sheep. Rocky had never fucked anything but a sheep before and he wasn't sure if such things were possible, if the fuck could be arrange�d, if his prick would fit up her cunt. If the girl had got down on her hands and knees, the situation would have been less alien to the lusty brute and he most likely would have mounted her. But since she was still seated on the fallen tree, facing him, the dumb animal had no idea how to proceed. Mary was wondering how to go about it, ... Read More»

She was the kind of woman I am immediately attracted to: An engaging simile, small shapely breasts, and a radiant aura of self-confidence. And now I was sitting cross-legged on her bed just finishing a joint of killer weed she suggested we share. Marijuana makes me viscerally horny, and I was basking in the anticipation of what was to come next. She flashed that engaging smile and said, "I love smoking dope because it makes me feel so 'basic' about my body. And I just love sharing those feelings. What do you say we get to know each other a little better?" Her hands moved slowly to her breasts and massaged the lovely nipples through her silky blouse. Her eyes were closed and she went "ummmmmmm," as she relished the sensation. ... Read More»

It had been about 2 weeks since their test run with Lisa and Nicki [see Chapter 7]. He had taken the down-time to make some minor modifications and also some additions. He was just buttoning up the base unit when Nicki called. She was wondering if she might get to try out The Chair again. He told her he had just finished some modifications and they needed a good thorough check out. She said she would be right over. When she arrived he was surprised to see that Lisa was not with her. Nicki explained that Lisa was working. He offered her a large soft drink, explaining that she might need it to stay hydrated, as this might be a long session. As she was drinking her soda he busied himself setting up the video camera. When she saw it she asked to see the tape he ... Read More»

As I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, there came a stirring from my trousers – a not-so-unpleasant one at that – as the image of her appeared in my mind, and of that night... In my parent's dimly lit basement we sat, two nervous eighteen year olds, on the precipice of sexual awakening. We were both virgins, both raised by good Catholic parents, but brimming with desire and – finally! – an outlet to unleash it. She sat and held my hand, smelling sweetly of lilacs, brown eyes staring deeply into mine. And she said she wanted to do it. For me. Right now. All I could do was nod dumbly. She stood up and began to undo her skirt from behind. Her hands seemed a bit unsteady, and she smiled at me nervously as she fumbled with the buttons; with my heart ... Read More»

I was grumpy and I had been taking it out on Matt, and I knew it. My editor was screaming for the next manuscript, and I was stuck. Had I been anyone else, I'm sure I would have been cut loose long ago. However, I had written four long novels, erotica masquerading as fiction, and I had a steady cult following. My editor was willing to cut me a little slack, but not for much longer. This had been the longest I had gone between novels, and though I constantly wrote short stories and posted them on my fan club's website, even my loyal fans were clamoring for the next release. Release. Maybe that's what I needed. I padded out from my office and glanced around the apartment. No sign of Matt. "Honey?" I called. "In here," was the response. I headed towards the ... Read More»

* I strip. Naked, I'm feeling horny and my sexual tension and frustration is high. My blood is pulsing throughout my body and nowhere stronger than in my cock. Acorn sized when cold and soft, three inches of decent meat when warm and soft. Pubes short but not shaved, just neat. It rises and straightens and I feel the strong cock throbbing. It fills out, blood surging throughout the veins and now it's 6 inches long and 5 inches round at the meatiest. Ok I'm not porn star sized but I'm honest. And I'm covered; that is I've a wonderful foreskin which almost covers the cockhead when I'm fully erect. Just a small circle at the tip to see my cum/piss slit and allow the creamy cum to shoot out. Lying, naked, on the bed legs wide open I cup and roll my balls, ... Read More»

It wasn't that Kismet was addicted to shopping for sex toys. That wasn't it at all. She was just one of those people you could easily suggest things to. You hand her a certain toy and give her the highlights on what it could do and 9 times out of 10 she'd be walking out of the shop with bag in hand, mind filled with ideas of what was to come. The Internet just provided a whole new way for Kismet to research and shop whenever she was in the mood for an addition to the collection she kept in a small chest under her bed. These sites had product specifications, pictures and - most importantly - customer reviews. Those were her downfall. Hearing other people talk about all of the pleasure they received from their toys...Kismet couldn't get her credit card out fast ... Read More»

He sat writing at his desk. Writing fiction is taking a trip into a world that exists only as per the terms suited to the author. If that fiction is erotica then you can do things which you would not contemplate in real life. And that was why Shyam wrote. It allowed him to indulge in fantasies about all the women he encountered in life. Women who he talked to politely while actually he might have wanted to scream obscenities while fucking them. There were others whose breasts he imagined -- would they spill out if he undid the hooks? Or situations: what if the man who was part of a family council choosing a bride actually decided to fuck her? Or that aunt who looked saucy and flirted: what if she took the boys in to the neighbouring room one by one? And so ... Read More»

I feel his cock bend and then suddenly it's deep inside me. My greedy lips stretch wide around his shaft, attempting to cope with the intrusion. The sensation is intense. I can feel him straining inside of me. His cock is pulsating between the walls of my vagina, which is growing wetter by the second. Slowly, torturously, I pull my pussy away. His length slides slowly out of me until just the bulging head is left nestled between my lips. I thrust back, inviting him, teasingly begging for more. The second time he enters me is softer and slower as I try to savor each moment. The touch of his naked wet skin gliding over my clitoris is addicting, all across my body I'm feeling warmth and pleasure. Never has my pussy felt so good. Keeping my ass pressed hard ... Read More»