This story goes back a few years, to shortly after I married Julie. During our first year of marriage we lived in a studio flat in southeast London. Like most newlyweds, we struggled to make ends meet. Besides my day job in the city, I managed to supplement my income in the evenings by selling cocaine in pubs in and around my local area. Trouble is, Julie and I seemed to snort all the profits ourselves rather than turn it...

Scene resumes immediately from chapter 4 Looking down into Stacy's eyes, Helen said, "I know it's selfish of me, but I want your husband again." "Oh really?" Stacy asked, willing to play along with anything the horny slut wanted. Helen looked back up at Jared as he rose to his feet, one hand giving a single caress to his turgid member. "Do you know that my pussy hasn't really be stretched out tonight?" she said. She looke...

Helen pressed a hand against her sex as she lifted herself off Jared's softening member. Her inflamed labia were open so wide that her entire palm nestled between them. Cupping her sex as she stood, the hard-bodied older woman crossed the few feet to where Stacy lay sprawled. The pale younger woman's hand was jammed to the knuckles into her own cunt but seemed frozen there as Stacy stared at Helen. Specifically, she stare...

Fireworks whistled and popped high in the air, filling the sky with explosions of color, as the ground filled with smoke. Laughter, music and of course plenty of drinks, kept the night going strong. I celebrated the Fourth of July with my main group of friends, relaxing and partying on one of my favorite days of the year. I arrived at the party with Kyle, with whom I’d been hooking up off and on for a few months. We were...

Kyra sped home, frustrated. She was hoping her night would have ended much differently. By this time in the night, she had imagined she would be in Zach’s bed getting pounded into the mattress, or at least swallowing his cock. She had arrived at the house party wearing a figure-hugging dress tight enough to catch the attention of every single male in attendance, but she only wanted the attention from one in particular. Ho...

Prior to the start of our almost eleven years in an open-relationship, Barb had a Domme/submissive relationship with Spencer. When we started seeing each other, she offered him one last session with her on the condition that I would also use him as a 'play toy' at the same time but he canceled the day before. We forgot about him until three months later,  when she received an e-mail begging her for one last play session a...

It was August of 1981. By the end of the week, Kelly would be packing up and heading back to Milwaukee to tackle her senior year of college. Not many weeks after her arrival she would begin interviewing for her post-graduation job, which she would begin just months later. And then spend decades as part of the working class. Something I had learned about Kelly is that one big way that she deals with anxiety is through her...

Detective Andrews knocked on the third door of his rounds, flicking his notebook open in preparation for the inevitable elderly man to open the door. The whole street seemed to be old people, and while they all offered nice tea and biscuits, they were rambling conversationalists. He was sick and tired of listening to them tell him about the victims 'lovely son' and 'wayward daughter'. The daughter was always a particular...

97. Angel blinks at the number again to make sure she's not imagining it, that there isn't another digit that she just overlooked.Nope. 97. Holy shit. This number is on her PornHub profile, just below the picture of her standing naked in front of a swimming pool on a beautiful cloudless summer day, naked except for a pink thong hanging off her left ankle, one hand running through her buzz cut pink hair while the other is...

I’ve been a political activist since the age of eighteen and over the years, I’ve worked on several political causes which is how we first met. The Chicago Police Department had a long history of brutality and violence particularly against minorities. Several high profile cases took place with unarmed suspects being shot to death that sparked public outrage in the late 1990’s and one evening there was a message on my answ...

He had hips that pounded like the waves, relentless and driving. A slow, rhythmic battering that was trying to knock her over. All she could do was hold on. He stared down at her, his eyes full of concern but his expression a mask of calm. His large hands gripped her hips and pulled her back as he drove forward over and over again. Something inside her spasmed. “Holy…  fuck,” she muttered, her hands clenching against the...

A story about a mostly-innocent, athletic young woman learning to apreciate sex at the hands of an arrogant jock.   Another endless Friday afternoon. Made more endless because April had nothing to look forward to. No plans for that night, no plans for the weekend. No friends. Crappy job. No life. The twenty-two year old sat behind the reception desk and just stared sightlessly. She worked on autopilot; printing out new me...

Chapter 3: “Fight-or-flight” Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion. I could see the movements of her throat, as she was swallowing his huge load of thick cum right in front of me. My only thought was that she would have his cum inside her body for some time now, I could even picture her belly full of it by now. It made me furious to think that I had never been close to any of this. Every suggestion of oral...