It was the sexiest feeling in the world. Ashleigh, my busty brunette boss, the woman I called my friend for the past eleven months, grinding on my leg whilst kissing me. I could feel her wetness through my stockings. I wasnāt a lesbian, I wasnāt bi, I had been curious but I never thought this…
She had been single for a long time. Too long for her liking. Sheād had a couple of one night stands since her last break up but nothing amazing. Laura needed something more. The lovers she had been with mostly thought about their needs and didnāt think twice about her own. Ever since she lost…
I walk into his hotel room and an easy smile comes across my face as I see him sprawled on the bed, reading.Ā ‘Hey you,’ I say, walking over to wrap my arms around him. He grins and slowly winds his arms around me, pulling me right against him. ‘You ready to see the sights?’…
The sound of birds chirping their morning tunes woke me up. It took me a few minutes to gather my bearings and realize I was not in my own bed. Then I remembered where I was. Looking down I saw the most beautiful girl in the world. Katherine seemed to fit perfectly in my arms…
I was awakened by a different noise the next morning; running water. Kath had just switched the shower on. Sensing my opportunity, I decided to quickly wake myself up and surprise her. I moved quietly but hastily into the en-suite and peered round the shower curtain. I was treated to a magnificent sight and I…
BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP “Shit,” I exclaimed, “the fire alarm!” Katherine and I had been locked in a passionate kiss when the alarm sounded, meaning my decision was to be delayed. Everybody had to pile out of their blocks immediately. For a moment, Kath and I looked into each others eyes. In her piercing blue…
First off, this is an absolute true story. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and those that don’t like soaking wet, spine gripping, all out exhaustive and exquisite orgasms. My husband and I have a wonderful sex life. We hide nothing from each other, including fantasies, what we like and don’t like…
Half way up the hill there is a lamp post. It is just after midnight on a frosty October evening, so I know the pole is going to be chilly. My cock wants to erupt just from the 500 yards I have been watching her ass as she hastily pulls me up the pathway. A…
Chapter 1 It’s a nice, warm night. The stars are out and so are we. You are out with your friends, I am out with mine. By chance we end up at the same club, the little basement bar on the riverside. The dance floor is pretty full, the music is loud and the atmosphere…
āMeet us in the gym,slut 3. Youāre in troubleā I couldnāt imagine how much more trouble I could find myself inā¦ I was reading this text, still standing nude in the boyās washroom. I could smell the sweet scent of sex, as a sat down on the toilet seat. I began to clean up as…
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My name is Penelope. Some say I have that sexy girl-next-door thing going for me, though I donāt really see it. I guess you can be the judge of that. My auburn hair falls a few inches below my lightly-tanned shoulders. My eyes are a dark chocolate color with hazel flecked within each iris. There…
After having sex with my boyfriendās father, all I could think about was the grief of cheating. But I could never confess. Iād lose him. I canāt. Weāve got a future. āYou little whore.ā Mr. Dames laughed. āI canāt wait to tell my son all about how I fucked his little bitch.ā I fixed my…
This story takes place about a month after my high school band director and I began having sex with each other. We had a bit of time to play with each other one evening, because her husband had left for the night to go visit one of his old friends, and he left her home…
Kinky Wife Happy Life I had just pulled up into the driveway. My wifeās small car was absent and I knew she was already on her way to work. I had just wrapped up my last night shift and was ready to hit the sack. I dragged my self from the car and through the…
This story is completely true. I am not going to use any names in order to protect the reputation of the people involved. I was 17 years old at the time, and I was the principal tuba player in our high school marching band. It was a bit of a change for me seeing that…