I knew it was her by her eyes. I had changed a lot, but she hadn’t. I remembered those eyes. They weren’t the first thing I noticed the first time I saw her. Her breasts, covered yet displayed by a peach scoop-neck pullover, were large enough to need a bra. But the thin cashmere fabric plainly showed the contours of her nipples and the absence of an undergarment. Her eyes matched the dark-chocolate brown of her hair and h...

I had to look down to confirm that it was, in fact, my girlfriend who had my cock in her mouth. As the embrace of her lips slowly moved up and down my shaft, her tongue waggled across the underside driving me toward the peak. “I’m gonna cum!” I cautioned. I always let Emma decide where she wants me to shoot. “Not yet,” she lifted her head to say. Her fingers squeezed my testicles as if testing kiwi fruit for ripeness, lea...

Paul knew she was close. Three thick fingers stretched her opening while his lips and tongue worked her sweet spot. Her fingertips pressed against his head like EEG electrodes. As he heard her cry out and felt her contractions start, he thought to himself, “That was the easy part.” As her orgasm faded, Helen automatically tried to raise his head, her innervated nexus unable to stand more stimulation. But he resisted. “Rew...

They had hiked all day to get to the clearing on the mesa, taking turns leading. Jack liked to follow. Instead of having to scan ahead to find a decent path through the brush, trees, and rocks, he could watch Nancy’s ass and tanned legs as he followed in her footsteps. She was the avid hiker, but he was growing to love it. This would be his longest trek so far, one or two nights, depending on how things went. They had sle...

The closest they came to not cumming was the year they did it in the snow. As the time approached, he couldn’t stay hard, even though they were sixty-nining side-by-side so neither’s naked ass was getting frozen. His mouth had her at the edge, but his dick was not showing proper appreciation for her orals skills. In desperation, he flipped and rotated onto his back, pulling her on top and using his fingers to stuff his se...

Alone at that bar on my thirty-fifth birthday, I had to disagree with those magazines that claimed this was my sexual peak. Having a drink while I waited for the tow truck, about the last thing I expected to hear was someone offering to buy me another. I didn’t need to turn to know he was drunk and desperate. The former was confirmed by the sound of the voice; the latter, by my appearance: the bulky sweater that masked my...

He watched her enter the lobby of the ski lodge, tall and lean, with a cascade of chestnut hair that randomly but perfectly spilled over her shoulders. He peeked over the book he pretended to read as more eyes followed her across the room. He saw some guy put a drink in her hand to win the first chance to talk to her. He witnessed her gentle laugh as she dismissed the over-eager suitor. He observed the graceful ballet of...

As we toasted marshmallows to make s’mores, it was only natural that we told each other ghost stories—some from when we were kids, some we had heard over the years. The random unexpected events in those spooky tales were not unlike what had led us to that campfire. I had met Julia some twenty years earlier when she was sleeping with a friend of mine. By the time they broke up, I had moved to another part of the country, b...

The naked woman was spread-eagled on the raised platform, preparing for the worst. The evil ruler could inflict no pain great enough to get her to divulge the information. He approached her bound foot, holding the menacing device with three gleaming, sharp metal tines. She tensed every muscle, anticipating the shock of them penetrating her soft flesh. Barb squealed and jerked when Tony touched the sole of her foot with th...

She had decided on a seductive tableau: long, black, wavy wig, smoky make-up, lacy black gown temporarily obscuring black bra and panties, as well as matching garter belt and stockings. He joined a half-dozen premium members watching as she twirled on his screen, the tip tokens ringing in. She shrugged the flowing garment off her shoulders and tossed it aside before he had a chance to contribute. This would not be a drawn...

It was not yet 10 AM when Ms. J ordered me out of her bed. “Get going. You still have to make up for missing yesterday.” I felt her eyes on me as I got dressed, but did not dare meet them. She was naked, still damp from her orgasm as were my lips and cheeks. Stopping by my apartment to get cleaned up, I was sorry to have to wash Ms. J off my face. I knew she would expect me to wear the buttplug today so I inserted it. Onl...

The day after she allowed me an orgasm, Ms. J had me wear the butt plug to the library. As previously, she said it was to keep me from getting the wrong idea of our relationship. “Hormones are powerful,” she said. “They make you do stupid things.” She was referring to my horny carelessness that ended up with her having a broken leg and my being in her service. Objectively, there was no way anyone would know I had it in me...

Claudia thought George was weird. Smelling and tasting each other is a normal part of making love, but George carried it too far. “Just what do you think you’re going to find in there?” she said when he pressed his nose between her upper arm and rib cage. “Another part of you,” he answered sincerely. She resisted, worried that the smell or the stubble or whatever would be disappointing and embarrassing. But he persisted,...

After the craziness of the first few days, things settled into a routine. Foolishly, I got careless. The pain of the punishment Ms. J prescribed was mild compared to how bad I felt for failing her. I was determined to put in extra effort to try to solve the problems I had created for her and to regain her trust. The unusual events of the first few days were explainable. The first night was to test my obedience. The second...

Ms. J used me for things that were private and personal but not intimate. You don’t consider the feelings of a buttplug. You lube it up, use it, clean it, and toss it back in the drawer. Does a buttplug enjoy its work? The lobby and stairs were empty at 8 AM, so I texted her and quietly slipped in her door on the dot. The coffee seemed to meet her expectations. As she sipped it, she told me some of her story. “I’m a write...