Todd Bittle was an eighteen-year-old, in his last year of high school, about to graduate. He was also the captain of the school's basketball team. He had always been straight and had lots of girlfriends, but the arrival of the new guy, Wes Pope, had him question his sexuality. It was after basketball practice after school when Todd was in the showers of the men's locker rooms that he heard someone turn on the shower besid...

My name is Owen, an eighteen-year-old, black guy just about to start college in Los Angeles, California. I was horny and hadn't had any sex over the summer as my gorgeous last girlfriend, Rene, dumped me for some hotshot white guy on TV. She told me the usual thing that happens at breakups. "It's not you, Owen, It's me." What a load of bullcrap. I was bored at home one day while my parents were out so I walked into the ki...

Raindrops pitter-pattered against the forest leaves as forty-one-year-old English woman Aurora Anderson sat at a cafe near it in the countryside of Moscow, Russia. She took a sip of her Americano coffee looking out the window. She found the sound of the rain beating against the glass of the window soothing and relaxing. The door of the cafe chimed as it opened and in walked a man of early forties with a dark beard and dar...

I've never had great success in the love department as I have gotten older and my vagina was looking a bit sad and lonely without having any cock company. I'm a woman in her late forties and worked on a check-out till at the grocery store. And by the way, the name's Kitty Glass, from Oklahoma. Sure, I would masturbate until I'd cum, ejaculating over my hand like a volcanic eruption, but that's it. What do I masturbate ove...

Caleb Blackburn was a twenty-six-year-old Croatian-American with chiselled cheekbones, soft brown puppy dog eyes, and dark hair swept across his forehead but short at the back. He had come to California to get to know his biological mother from Ohio. He had gotten a bar job on the beach in a beach hut. Caleb had met Colton Jackson a few weeks ago, he'd been a regular barman and they'd often worked together behind the bar...

My name is Katherine Nicks, a forty-one divorcee, living in South London. I was dreaming one night and moaning with pleasure as I turned in my sleep with the white bedsheets twisted around me. In the dream, a buxom beautiful redhead in a white lab coat crouched in between my spread out legs with her lips to my pussy and was sucking on my clitoris making me gasp out in pleasure. I laid back on a doctor's examining bed. I c...