“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He stopped midway through applying the condom and looked at me like I was stupid. His expression said it all. “Save the condoms for fucking, babe,” I explained. “We’ve only got the three.” “I thought we were gonna fuck.” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “We are…but I thought I might bring you some relief, first. I’ll use my mouth if you promise to warn me when you cum this time. Or my...

I was sitting at my desk and failing to complete an essay while listening to my flatmate getting fucked. Whoever made these shoddy student digs obviously hadn't spent much money on them. They were bland and ugly, they froze in the winter, and their walls were very, very thin. When Ash to my left watched TV on her laptop, I could make out the dialogue. When Rose down the hall played her music, I could hear every note of he...

"I'm here for my hoodie." His ex-girlfriend glares at him from the doorstep, all 5'6 of her. Dark eyes glower beneath a blue-dyed pixie cut. With a smile, he welcomes her inside and she brushes past him in a gust of lavender perfume, big gothic boots clomping against the wooden floor. His eyes track her as she passes; big tits straining under a black tanktop, chequered skirt swishing in red and white, pale legs in fishnet...

People say Asians have small tits, but those people haven't met Clara. That wasn't her real name, of course; she chose an English name when she came here to study because her real one was hard to pronounce. The tits were real, though. I should know. Double-D's for sure, and with her being so skinny they made her look like she would overbalance any moment. I reckon they were counterbalanced by her arse, which was plump and...

At fourteen minutes to nine, Laura and her husband had sex. There was never very much in the way of foreplay - just a few perfunctory kisses and gropes before he slid into her. It was for the best; too much delay and he'd probably make a mess on the sheets. At least this way, he got inside. Laura didn't generally feel much when he whipped his penis out; she had never associated it with pleasure or excitement. She didn't f...

In the low light of the master bedroom, leaning forward with eagerness and lust, Matilda watched her husband fuck the maid. The other woman prostrated herself on hands and knees, struggling for breath as she crouched on Matilda's marital bed with her long black hair falling in front of her pretty face. Young and busty in a flower-print dress, her dusky Latina features glistened with sweat from the wild and strong fucking...

"My husband is a premature ejaculator." That's all she needs to say. He pushes her against the wall, hands roaming over her supple backside before slipping up her dress. Grey dress, white cotton knickers. Her husband doesn't let her wear pretty clothes, afraid they'll attract a man who can do what he can't. And the last time she wore sexy knickers he creamed himself, wheezing and moaning, before he could even drop his pan...

When he opens the door to the bridal suite she's already there, waiting. She kneels upon the king-sized bed with love in her eyes, a passion reflected as he drinks in the sight of her, his lawful wedded wife. He stares in adoration at blue eyes filled with joy, at golden curls cascading, at her heart-shaped face smiling beneath the veil. Cleavage bared above the white corset, dress spilling out over the bed, sheer stockin...

“Remember, honey. If you cum too fast this time, I’ll cheat.”My girlfriend’s heart-shaped ass rose and fell rhythmically as she whispered the fateful words. She was riding reverse cowgirl so that the sight of her bouncing double-D tits and their sweet pink nipples would be hidden from me. To give me a sporting chance. But her wide, womanly hips, the curve of her ass, the way her long blonde hair fanned down the soft skin...

When I leave work on Friday the sun is setting, and I walk to the train station gingerly on still-numb legs. I will never forget the way they buckled and gave out beneath me during my second orgasm. You held me up then, you kept me from collapsing, your hands firm and strong upon my hips. But your ramrod-straight erection was firmer and stronger still. I'm convinced you could have kept me up with that alone, the long and...

I never dreamed I'd fuck my girlfriend's sister, but I don't regret it. In fact, I'm going to do it again. If you'd asked me beforehand, if you’d stopped me before I knocked on their door that warm summer afternoon, I would have been offended at the suggestion that I would ever cheat at all. But an hour later I was in the shower, washing away the sweat of sex as my body tingled with the afterglow of nailing that luscious...

Mark was not surprised when the beauty walked in. She wasn't the first to seek him out. Men didn't always understand why women struggled to find partners. They would say that attractive women could find men more easily than men find women, but men envied that power without understanding the caveats. For Mark knew that women weren't guaranteed a safe man, who would respect boundaries and take no for an answer. Or a man who...

Nothing would have happened if Miss Turner's husband could fuck. If the smart-dressed teacher had been satisfied in her sex life, she never would have strayed into the arms of another. They wouldn't have been there together in the abandoned classroom that evening, the stern brunette melting into her colleague's embrace as the setting sun sent crimson rays filtering through the open windows. If she hadn't been in such a ba...

History repeats itself, but no two stories go exactly the same way. Tones change, details change, endings change—no remix is note-perfect. Sometimes things change for the worse; first as tragedy, then as farce, as the saying goes. Other times things change for the better as if, like with so many other things in life, fate needs a few tries to get things right. And perhaps one thing sets up another, months or years down th...

I threw back my head in a lustful cry, my orgasm an avalanche that drove all the air out of my lungs. The motion threatened to knock off my headband, which slipped down the raven-black mane of my disheveled hair, and the whole of my body quivered. My long legs in their sheer black stockings; my bouncing breasts, bared from beneath my frilly French maid outfit, and above all else my sopping wet core. My pussy spasmed ecsta...