"Oh god, oh god, oh FUCK!" My hand flew furiously across my sodden clit as I tried to keep myself as quiet as I could. "Oh god. More. More." I flipped over onto my back, catching sight of a shadow in the corner. I yelped. "What the FUCK are you doing in here?!" It was my stepladder, standing brazenly in the corner of my room, staring me in the face, not to mention other parts. Shit! I'd forgotten I'd enlisted its help ear...

I'm in trouble and I don't know where to begin I'm being sent to my Auntie's and hiding a sin I know the stories and rumors floating aroun' Feeling like I'm sinking down about to drown She's not my blood but called Miss Auntie Rose Behind her back all my cousins call her Auntie Nose Cuz she'll put your nose in the corner lightning quick My stomach is all knotted, like about to get real sick For nineteen years I've somehow...

The rain had started sometime after midnight, soft at first, then steady enough to turn the city outside AJ’s apartment into a watercolor of amber streetlights and blurred reflections. She stood barefoot in the kitchen wearing an old university sweatshirt, sleeves pushed to her elbows, a glass of wine warming slowly in her hand. The dishwasher hummed. The clock above the stove glowed 1:17 a.m. And still she couldn’t sleep...

Joanna and I had been married for eight wonderful years. She was the perfect wife — beautiful, curvy, with a warm smile that still made my heart race and a body that turned heads everywhere we went. I loved her deeply, and she loved me. But from the very beginning, there was one quiet shadow hanging over our sex life: my small dick. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much foreplay I gave her, I could never fully sa...

It’s Friday and I'm fidgety and in a bad mood. Part of it may be that I haven't had a chance to confirm with Crispin. Saving him from bullying is mostly keeping Jay and them distracted from that crowd, which means a lot of clowning and talking loudly about random shit whenever Crispin or one of his friends walk by. I can't get close to him, but I have this hyper-sensitivity to his presence. It's fucking exhausting. I keep...

Beatrice Cox was a lady in her early forties. She had been married before with a son who was now nearing the age of a teenager. But as far back as she could remember, Beatrice had always been curious about what it would be like with another woman. She saw herself as straight and couldn't imagine herself at all being in a relationship with a woman, as she liked a good cock too much. But she'd always been curious, you know....

For his 35th birthday, I booked my husband a five day trip on an adult-only cruise line. The present was just as much for me as it was for Andrew. For weeks, I’ve been a horny little slut in anticipation of watching him fuck other women for five days. Ever since we found out about this kink of mine a few years ago, we had gotten four of my friends to fuck him on and off. But then they get boyfriends or move away or we los...

I woke up refreshed and suddenly realized I hadn't done my expected 'check-in' with my husband. A nightly ritual we try to stick to when apart, though I'm always the one at home and he's the one away, waiting for him to text or call. This is the first time with me away and him at home, for that 'important' work he had to stay home to take care of. I guess I could use that as my excuse for not contacting him. There was a t...

The first time I met Terri I was blown away by her beauty. She had long sandy brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, a delicate nose, full lips and a glow that seemed to radiate from inside her. She had magnificent 36DD breasts, a toned stomach, a cute bubble ass, perfect legs and perfectly manicured hands and feet. Then I was blown away by the fact she had a cock. I didn’t find this out until I had gotten to know her, then it...

The rain had started sometime after midnight, soft at first, then steady enough to turn the city outside AJ’s apartment into a watercolor of amber streetlights and blurred reflections. She stood barefoot in the kitchen wearing an old university sweatshirt, sleeves pushed to her elbows, a glass of wine warming slowly in her hand. The dishwasher hummed. The clock above the stove glowed 1:17 a.m. And still she couldn’t sleep...