Pussy throbs Tightening Twitching Surging lips tickle each other Attempting to reach out for pleasure Soft as rose petals Smelling of musky sex Awakening a burning A yearning Yearning for the tip That delicious soft tip of his rock hard cock tap, tap, tap Gently striking tender moist folds Big thick cock sliding up and…
We both lay there in the moon light as it cascades over the bed. We’re nearly naked and have been kissing for hours; my fingers trace over her breasts, even with her bra on her nipples harden. A soft hue of a blush emerges onto her soft sweet cheeks. “Are you sure about this? I…
O is for Orgasm Toys, big boys and fingers full of joy Parade in naked dance to delight A girl’s fancy in dark, hot night When body aches to some sex enjoy. Prone to calm waves’ wet motion Amid many moans which betide Mounting pleasure-pressure inside, A woman treasures sincere emotion. Thoughtless men have their…
I was new in the city. I had graduated college in the spring and was recruited by a big firm in the city. I moved into a medium scale neighborhood and was getting used to the hustle and bustle of city life. There is a family run bar near my apartment. I go there and…
For the background of the story, be sure to read part one of this story. I moaned into her mouth. I could hardly believe this was happening to me. I took every moment in stride though. I placed my hands at her hips as she rubbed against the growing bulge in my pants. Her hands…
CHAPTER 3: The Female ‘O’ I found myself living for the next six weeks, in a beautiful surroundings of a mansion of some wealthy, and domineering woman, named Katarina but I was forced to call upon her as ‘Mistress’, while she called me ‘Adam’, as well as being alongside a woman who I would call…
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It was a nice sunny Saturday afternoon . And yet I couldn’t shake a sad feeling I had. Like a twinge of loneliness was setting in. I had come off a bad breakup and now she was trying to rub her new boyfriend in my face. And while I hadn’t talked to her for a…
Alison’s Awakening Preface Chapter One Mrs Alison Barber is one of a new breed of middle aged housewives that are exploring a new sexual freedom. She calls it her ‘enlightenment’. Many of her close friends are experiencing a similar sexual renaissance as well. Like many women of her generation, sex in the early days of…
This story starts on day three of my summer adventure abroad. I was visiting my favourite uncle and aunt who live in Dubai. My uncle took me shopping to The Mall of the Emirates; we spent all day chatting, shopping and browsing the fabulously expensive and extravagant stores. I had a funny feeling all day,…
Allie is 30 and has long, curly brown hair and emerald green eyes. She has a very voluptuous figure, her ample 40DDs definitely drawing her the most attention; even when she was skinner she was still 38D. Allie had moved in with her boyfriend over a year ago. Her and her boyfriend, James, had good…
“I give you so many handjobs, you really owe me” my girlfriend said as I took off my shorts and underwear. “Haha I know, well I’m a lot hornier than you. I can’t help it” I replied, and smiled down at her. “How much is one of these worth to you? 50? 100?” she asks….
Probably best if we move on to the rest of the holiday of exploration. Mike and I left Colin and Emma’s apartment and continued to meet up with them during the rest of the holiday for some more fun, but this story is about how things developed between Mike and myself as well as a…
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Over the past few months, Deana, Mathew and John had been talking about doing a threesome. It was the kind she’d always fantasized about; two Bi males and her, it fueled many a masturbation session. In his last email John told her, he would be near their place in a couple of weeks. He confessed…
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Chapter 1 I’ll bet you remember your first time, right? For sex. Yeah. Well, I do. It was last Saturday. I had been dating my boyfriend, Rick, for about six months, he’s seventeen, six months to the day older than I am. We had fooled around a bit, I’d jacked him off some, he’d gotten…
I boarded the train at Hastings, as I do three days a week, heading back from class. Backpack slung over my shoulder, Tweed sports coat, complete with leather elbow patches and worn but not ratty looking jeans completing my ensemble. Such is the life of this twenty-something part time collegian. As I entered the car,…