My name is Sandra, and my husband Ed and I are thirty-four years old and live in a nice suburb of Houston with our one-year old daughter. Ed is gainfully employed in the banking industry, and although I also had a good job as a systems analyst, I was able to quit when our daughter…
I was having some weird pains and my roommate convinced me to see a doctor. So I found one and made an appointment to have it checked out. The doctor was very friendly, and he had a way of putting you at ease and making you feel comfortable. He was probably in his mid-forties, and…
I didn’t think I could take any more of this embarrassing ordeal, but the doctor told me he needed to examine farther in than his fingers could reach. But none of his instruments would suffice, as they weren’t biological or whatever, and my body in its current state could react very badly to them. He…
I am bisexual. I’m a 26-year-old woman now. There were plenty of times that I questioned my sexuality. At first, like everyone, I thought it was a phase that most women go through. Looking back at it, I thought wrongly. It all went back to my first bisexual experience. It was November 2004 and I was…
Chapter 10 It was the end of the school year. It was a Wednesday and Jeff was already coming up that night for the weekend parties. There was one more day of exams, but Felecia and I were finished for the summer. Jeff had wrapped up the previous week at his school. It was about…
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Marriage can be a lonely place, two folks living together and yet being so far apart. It never used to be like that but I guess it comes with the ageing process; a mid-life crisis. To overcome our frustrations, my wife decided we would spend more time together away from our comfortable home, so one…
I have had an interest in the study of human sexuality for many years, and specifically the way it evolves over time. That’s why it’s interesting that the events taking place in this story could have been such a surprise to me. My name is Ed, and my wife, Joan, and I are fifty years…
The After Party The Limo pulled up to the Four Seasons. Thomas let Diane out. David had already texted her to come straight up to his suite. She walked through the foyer to the elevators and pressed the button to the top floor. However, it was security locked. She needed a key. She went back…
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Ever since Cindy had used Barbara’s Sybian, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. The mind-blowing orgasms that machine caused were unlike anything she had ever experienced. Dan and Cindy immediately googled on “Sybian” the day after the party where she had first seen one. There were lots of videos posted on-line of girls…
I knew I had time now; my wife had gone out with her friendsand wouldn’t be back until 10pm at the earliest. As it was only 6:30, I knew I could spend time getting ready before playing around on the computer and enjoying a nice relaxing but exciting orgasm. My cock was more than ready…
The perfect Valentine’s Day present… Every year, throughout the Western World, men wrack their brains for the perfect gift. Who wants to grab something off the supermarket shelf? The umpteenth box of chocolates, the corset from Victoria’s Secret that your sweetheart might simply laugh at, the same roses as last year and the year before?…
The sounds of laughter and music drew me towards the forbidden in the slightly-moonlit night. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t stay away. I crept forward, doing my best to avoid being seen – there was no chance I’d be heard over the din of the party. My heart beat in my throat. I…
It is sometimes difficult for me to accept how my relationship with my husband has changed so dramatically after six happy years of marriage, all because of porn stories on the internet. My name is Jamie, and at the age of twenty-eight I have a two-year-old son and a four-month-old daughter, who I am still…
I strolled into the hotel lobby and looked around. John was no where to be seen. “Hmmm, now where is he?” I muttered to myself. It was my forty sixth birthday that day, and I wasn’t feeling too great about it. I was sure I detected more lines on my face that morning. To help…
I have had many fantasies about having sex in a group with myself as the focal point. Wanting this, but too afraid to make it happen, I find it much easier to write want I want than to say it, much less act upon it. So imagine my surprise when that was exactly what happened….