My love, I can be whatever you desire. Just say the word. I can be loving and sensuous…telling you true stories of how I lust for none but you. I’ll speak of sparkling pools of infinity, and how our love bathes in it. True and honest thoughts. You should know them. I can be the golden pinnacle of your desire, giving myself fully to you and you alone. But I know that’s not truly your wish. Instead, let me whisper to you of...

Remember how my friend was fucking my wife’s pussy and I was next to him, cunt-fucking his wife? I chronicled this glorious event in Kink with Cum. It’s a suggested Lush read, if you’re a kinky motherfucker. At least, I suggest it. But, only if you’re a kinky-ass motherfucker. Really, look it up! It’s short and sweet. Less than one thousand words and I get to the good stuff quick as fuck. In case you haven’t read it, I’ll...

The exact sequence of events leading to how we got to this party was really hazy. I have vague memories of hearing my wife, Ingrid, on the phone working to secure the invite, or at least I thought remembered this. At some point down the road, I asked her about it a few more times to be sure it was still happening. Once in a restaurant, I think, and then maybe again in a boutique in France. At least, I think it was a cloth...

Many years have passed. Now I ask, 'Are we so different?' I think not. You’ve been a passionate advocate for those that have less. I’ve followed you and have been a better man for it. We’ve weathered storms. Loss, bliss, and also calm seas when the doldrums test our lusting nature. We’ve had passion, and we’ve had long dry spells to test our patience. But you’ve been there, all along. Love and sparkle in your eyes. You’ve...

We’re a couple that swings when we can. For many years, we didn’t have much luck. Recently, however, we found another couple. They weren’t interested in forging any emotional connections. They just wanted to indulge their kink. They were quite a few years younger than us, but we had the slight edge in looks. My wife’s fucking stunning and I’m not hard to look at either. And, my cock (so I’m told) is beautiful. I’m on the...

Monogamy? Abandoned. That was for simple folk. My love was on the bed, her brown and smooth legs beautifully open. The pinnacle of my desire was ready. In a controlling grip, he entered her. I watched with jaw agape. For this first time, a new cock split her lips. Taking him inside, her eyes widened, yet fixed on mine. I nodded in affirmation. That was all she needed… She lay back, tits held forward, fucking while open. H...

My wife and I are fucking fun. Literally. Sure, life’s paths have made it difficult in the past years to do what we once did, but we certainly once did fuck around. In that, I mean she fucked other men, and I fucked other women. We never hid it and were open. Threesomes were a bit trickier, as we were careful and made sure the circumstances were right, but we checked that box. When I say this, I mean that we often had thr...

It would be Iris’ birthday in two weeks. Always a blessed occasion and cause for celebration, Ivan wanted to do something a little more for her this year. She was the love of his life and he now had, from years of labor, hard work and some good decisions, the resources to give his wife he thought she might deem a wonderful birthday evening. He told her to reserve the weekend, and that he had special plans. The weekend in...

I know it was wrong. Olivia, my student, was half my age. I shouldn’t cave, but she was beautiful and lusciously beckoning. Why she was at my home I hardly remember. Fate had my wife arrive at our bedroom door to witness the moment I had her first. Shocked, Olivia, freshly filled with my cock, panted on the soft bed. Olivia and Isa locked eyes. Isa paused, stunned. What next? We intertwined. In time, I released inside my...

Isaiah was single parenting. Ingrid was on a work trip to Cuba. Wednesday morning, four days from her return, he awoke to a text message, telling him to check Telegram, but only in order of arrival. The first video message: her beautiful face, her saying, “I know this is something you want to see, so enjoy, my love. I can’t wait to feel you when I get home.” The second: a short video of her spread legs, cunt open and fill...

It would be Iris’s birthday in two weeks. Always a blessed occasion and cause for celebration, Ivan wanted to do something a little more for her this year. She was the love of his life and he now had, from years of labor, hard work and some good decisions, the resources to give his wife he thought she might deem a wonderful birthday evening. He told her to reserve the weekend, and that he had special plans. The weekend in...

It was a great opportunity for Iris. A conference in Madrid, with a side-quest for some sun and beach to the Balearic Islands. Mallorca meant a chance for her to get away from everything at home and have a luxury escape. A bit of work, and a bit of play. Iris was more than happy to take a solo vacation, made better by the fact that work would pay for a good part of it. She loved her family, but everyone needs some time of...

Isis certainly got her groove back. Years past, she had many pleasures. Isaac had been there for some of them in incredible threesomes when she had him and another man. For some of her other escapades, Isaac was absent. He was fine with that, and even facilitated some of her trysts. Isaac was confident in what they shared and wasn’t a jealous lover. During these days, he himself had quite a few other women, later whisperi...

She loved me and wanted him. The beautiful love of my life. My destined wife, Bonded forever. I wanted her to have everything. True love means openness. I knew her wants. The right choice? Let her run free. Jealousy is for the weak-minded. I would always be there for her. I was there at that moment... She lay back, moistened, with closed and pleasured eyes. I gazed on as she welcomed him inside of her love. Writhing in pl...

Isis suspected something was up. In the past two weeks, Isaac developed a peculiar habit. Normally he’s oblivious to the mail. He cooks, he cleans, he does laundry. But, get and sort the mail? Not his thing, annoyingly. But now he would get the mail every night. He’d check it immediately when he got home at 5 pm, even though everyone knew it came after 6. If the box was empty, he’d ask Isis if she got it already. He’d pee...