Jack showered off the toil of the gym, the twice weekly ritual of weights and machines with a Sunday swim in the pool had toned his body well. Athletic and broad-shouldered, he was content with the boost it gave him in his self-esteem; something he needed at this time. Changing back into his work clothes,…
I’ve always had a strong sexual appetite, I can never get enough. I met my husband five years ago; we married a little over three years ago. The downside is, my husband is a truck driver, and is away a lot. I’ve always been the faithful type. I may love sex, but I don’t condone…
My name is Tracy, and my husband Ed and I are twenty-three years old and live in a suburb of Baton Rouge with our six-month-old son. We met at the petrochemical company where we both worked until I was laid off. When we were both working our combined wages were enough to afford the home…
Right now I need you. To fill me, Complete me, To fuck me. Your large hands To touch And tease, And turn me on. Your thighs to sink between mine Not slow and gently, But to take me fast And without empathy. Spread me open for your pleasure Use your hands To pinch and pull At the hard tips of my nipples…
I’m not sure what came over me. Honestly I didn’t care. I got on my knees and put my smooth hands around his large cock. His cock was probably nine inches long and as thick as my wrist. It excited me to know I was going to get stretched out even more. My pussy was…
My name is Mikiya. When this story took place, I had just turned 19, was in college, working full time and living on my own. Although I had enough money to cover my expenses, I didn’t have any extra money for fun. I didn’t have time to get another job and I really needed money….
This is my first ever erotica done as requested my my best friend. I hope that you enjoy it and that it makes you wet! Please tell me what you think! It was the last day of school and I was stuck in class. Twiddling with a bright yellow pencil with my left hand, and…
You might want to read Part One of this story to get a better idea of the characters and context of the story, but I will give a brief synopsis here. My name is Ed, and I was forty-seven years old at the time of this story when we were living in Atlanta. My wife…
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As most of my friends know, I’m marriedto Johnathon, a very successful businessman. Johnathon is very kind, generous and thoughtful. We have fine cars, several homes and a large yacht. We also enjoy exotic vacations several times a year. I really enjoy the lifestyle and would not give it up for anything. There is one…
A single tear slides down her cheek, noticed by him, yet still so bleak. Slender fingers wipe it away, pushing herself just one more day. Then another falls to take its place, she scolds herself; ‘tis her disgrace. It is her shame, there is no relief, each tear simply prolongs her grief. If you were…
Late last night my phone rang. It was Brad. He said that his friend that thinks I’m a prostitute was in the mood for my services again. They’d gotten a hotel room close by, and I was to arrive as quickly as possible, following the instructions I’d been given. Forty five minutes later I was…
Aching I need it Lust I want to feel it Sliding deep inside Hot and hard Pulsing thick and virile Fuck Take me Push me over that edge Make me scream Moan Gasp Whisper those words in my ear Nasty, dirty, filthy words Like slut and whore and horny little bitch Make me curse And…
I want to be taken control of. I want to be slammed onto the bed. I want to be forced to put my ass in the air for a lick. I want to be pushed on my knees. I want to be called a whore, a slut, your bitch. I want to be nibbled at….
My name is Marci, and my husband Dan and I moved to New Orleans from Dallas after we purchased a national auto parts store franchise. We met while working at a company in Dallas and were both twenty-nine years old at the time of this story. Dan was a marketing director and I was a…
The box was to be my punishment, but I could already feel my pussy becoming damp in anticipation of whatever my mistress had planned. “There you are, slave,” my mistress growled, that evil look in her eyes telling me what I already knew. This was to be an event for her pleasure, not mine. As…
