Dinner, Dessert, and TV Knock, knock, knock. “Shit, I forgot all about the food,” I told Bryce. He just smiled as he got dressed quickly. “Hey, just a sec.,” Bryce stopped me before I left the bedroom. “Do you think they could take my clothes to be cleaned tonight before I leave?” “Oh, yea, sure….
…And Lee Makes Three Trying not to make a sound, I approached my wife by her side. Her left hand was still clutching her breast, kneading it roughly, stopping only occasionally to pinch her hard nipple, never opening her eyes. I just stood above them and watched for a few more seconds, then in one…
I’m an oil geologist and spend considerable time traveling to the Gulf of Mexico. . I stand 5′ 10″ wet, have wavy brown hair with already early bits of gray, (which runs in my family). Good genes have also blessed me with keeping the fat off. With moderate exercise I match up well against guys who power exercise once a…
 OK, so I was at home alone minding my own business (masturbating) when one of my best friends blows through the door to my condo. I swear I never keep that door locked. It’s gonna bite me in the ass eventually. “Ally your such a little slut. Are you ever satisfied?” Sarah says. “Well I…
One of the strangest relationships I’ve had over the years was with awoman named Laura. She saw my profile on Yahoo and dropped me a note. It was like manna from heaven. She was very into the idea of fucking a man in the ass with a strap-on dildo. She’d not done it before but…
“I brought you a present, Daddy,” Stephanie said, giggling, as we stood on the porch in the run-down neighborhood in the industrial part of town. The man standing inside was in the shade inside of the house and I squinted to get a look at him. “Eyes down,” Stephanie hissed, elbowing me. I did as…
Janice and Jason Visit a Massage Parlor “Janice, are you up for a little adventure today?” my boyfriend Jason asked me. “Of course,” I replied, lifting my head from Jason’s beautiful penis. “What did you have in mind?” “I was thinking about taking you to a massage parlor.” “A massage parlor, Jason? Those are for…
Caroline and Mr. White – Part Four The next weekend after Mr. White had “helped” me with the chocolate chip cookies Jennie invited me to join her family on a picnic at a nature resort about a half hour’s drive from their house. Naturally, I gladly accepted. I thought it would be fun even if…
This story continues on directly from my first story, Sonya’s Siren Song. In the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was no going back. I wasn’t sure what would happen when she…
The man, who calls himself Michael, has his penis in his right hand, guiding it. It isn’t enormous, but large enough, the condom-protected swollen head protruding above his fingers. He lets it rest against the puffy labia, teasing her with the anticipation. He looks down at me. From my chair beside the bed, I lean…
I had always been a little afraid of Tony Fox. He was a mountain of a kid — as big and as quiet but not nearly as dumb. Though he was in my Advanced Algebra class, he didn’t look the type. A football player of some sort, Tony had a look about him that said,…
I enter their home. They’re James and Margaret but I know them better as Master and Mistress, Sir and Madam or, on occasion, Daddy and Mommy. It depends what mood they’re in. I fit myself to them. I try my best to be whatever they need me to be. By being there for them, I…
I was all set to meet my friend Grace for an afternoon romp when I got an unexpected call from her. “I have something I need to ask you,” she said solemnly. “I have a friend over and I’m wondering if it’s okay if she stays. I’d like her to be there when we play.”…
Despite us calling it “boys night out,” most of the time Tony and I would hang out in his finished basement on our occasional evenings. Basketball season was our favorite. Tony’s wife, Marsha, would order us up a couple pizzas, stock the basement fridge with beer, and let boys be boys. I don’t think that…
She was sporting an exquisite purple tube top dress with a simple black jacket. The form fitting tube top fabric snugly hugged her dainty waist and contouring hips. The attire permitted a tasteful amount of cleavage to be shown and it’s hem reached just above her knees. The presence of a pair of sheer pantyhose…