When racing the rule is: never wear anything new. I jumped into the pool in a neck-to-knee triathlon suit and I started my set. After a few lengths, I noticed a women holding a towel around her walking over to the fast lane. She was wearing a white swimming cap and goggles. She dropped her…
For all intents and purpose, you could say that I am a happily married man. Forty years old, married to my wife of 10 years and enjoying the luxuries of travel and finances that come to a couple who have decided not to have kids. Our marriage you could say is normal, she is a…
Practice is over, we go into the warm pool. Cole pulls me closer. He grabs my breast like he always does. But then he takes his hands and starts to put them on my pussy. I’m shocked. I don’t know what to say. I’ve never had anything put in there before. He starts to thrust into…
“C’mon ladies! One Two One two!” That’s the coach. He always yells at us, like otherwise we wouldn’t have the motivation to swim. But he’s a good coach anyway. Most coaches would have thought twice about adding a gay member to the swim team, but he just looked at my body and said I was…
It’s not unusual by any means, we’re the typical american couple. The stresses of a new baby and work have left us with little time for each other. We welcomed a child into this world, a wonderful Symbol of our love that we couldn’t possibly adore anymore. Unfortunately, new babies require a lot of time…
My name is Jon. I’m 19 years old, white, about 5ft 8in, athletic build with brown hair. I live with my parents in Richmond, a leafy suburb of London where a lot of wealthy people live. We’re a well-off family, but my parents have always insisted I work to earn my own money – to…
This is the story of how my erotic fantasy went from imagination to real life. Anyways, my name is Dawna Anglin. Right now, I am an 18 year old grade 12 student attending Anthony Richmond Public High School. I am your typical high school senior. I shop with my friends, party, and of course eye…
Mum turned the phone off and kept riding me as I struggled. “Mum,” I complained. “You heard what she said … she is on the way!” “Yes,” she whispered as she bent down, stroked my chest and kissed my neck. “We will have to time this well because I want you to be screaming like…