“I’m your whore, your fucking whore!” I moaned, half-screaming, as I thrust my hips into him violently, fully impaling myself on his thick, hard cock. On my hands and knees, my shapely, round ass sticking up into the air, we’d tumbled over the back of the couch when it tipped over and rolled over the floor, overturning the hardwood coffee table, various bits of home decor scattering across the stone tiles. He was also on...

All four men were about to get laid; they just didn’t know it, yet. Perhaps one of them, my husband, was aware of their pending fate. After all, when he mentioned that our friend, who goes by Rolf, and his roommates were coming by to help work on our neighbor’s barn, the first words out of my mouth were, “Do we have enough condoms?” Fate had swung the pendulum of chance in my direction, and a perfect storm of minor events...

Of mental anguish, I was amply blessed, but those who have tend to receive—a form of Karmic compound interest. I’d spent twenty years getting my head straightened out to evolve into a woman who was strong, independent, comfortable in her sexuality, and who wore the slut label with pride. It only took one man and his merry band of misfits, over a few hours, to unravel me, completely. He didn’t play fair, and it had me off-...

My idea was either a stroke of genius, or I was insane and delusional. I’d know which one in just a few hours. “Welcome to a very special, double-broadcast edition of Keaton’s Sinns,” the sultry brunette, wearing a slutty, latex nurse uniform, said to the plethora of cameras. Keaton was hosting her show in my living room. She and her crew had flown in from the West Coast that morning, and I’d spent the entire day cooking...

“So, this lilliputian Tasmanian Devil on speed jumps on my back, and I’m like, ‘Whoa! A feral cat’s attacking my ass!'” Everyone was laughing uproariously. The charity event was a huge success, and, now, it was our time to celebrate. At least three dozen of us sat around a roaring bonfire, feasting, drinking, and retelling our day’s exploits in true bardic fashion. The feats of valor were retold by each of us, in turn, an...

It was almost one in the morning when Tim rejoined the party. Several of the revelers had gone home and the few that remained were gathering around the hall tree for their coats. They all expressed their thanks to Elenore for another fantastic party and the best for the New Year. “Are you driving back to Medford now? It’s very late and bitter cold.” Pat didn’t want him to leave. “No, I was hoping to start the new year wit...

Sorry, guys, but the universe lied to you. Even worse, a lot of the women in your life, including your dear mother and spinster aunt, as well as several of your girlfriends, perpetuated the falsehood. The clothes do not make the man; they reveal him. How one dresses, and the clothing they choose, reveals infinitely more about you as a person than an hour’s worth of interview questions. If you dress in only the latest fash...

All I could think about was how desperately I yearned to be fucked. Before my store had even opened, my toys were drained and lifeless, but my aching cunt still throbbed with horny need. Cum-saturated hands unlocked the doors, and my mind was consumed with taboo, horny fantasies. Unlike Mary Boring-Vanilla Sue, an orgasm or two wouldn’t sate me. I was so far gone that only the nastiest, dirtiest, and most degrading sex-ma...

He knew I loved this game, and he was highly aware of how it affected me. In my youth, I was mostly devoid of self-esteem. To garner acceptance and even be noticed, I adopted my mother’s habit of being a brazen, tawdry slut. That wrecked my life more times than I care to count, but I did receive attention. It wasn’t until I accepted my sexuality and myself along with it, rather than wielding my libido like a shield, that...

Although it had only been a week, Emily realized two very important things. Her first epiphany was that her neighbor, Vincent, had turned her into a needy, desperate nympho. All she could think about was sex with him; it consumed her body, spirit, and mind. Secondly, she realized that he had turned the tables on her, somehow rearranging her game of teasing into teasing her. He’d stolen her pussy-power, and the horny brune...

I sat on the examination table, my short, plaid skirt exposing most of my thighs. If I wiggled just a little bit, my nude, wet cunt and my fiery-red, perfectly-trimmed pubes would be on display. The very thin halter top, nothing more than an almost-diaphanous triangle of white cotton with a spaghetti-strap tie to hold it onto my neck and two similar ones tied across my back, accentuated my high, firm breasts; the material...

I do have a nice ass if I dare say so, myself. My tits are a bit too small to fit well into a C-cup bra but too large for a B, I loathe my pale skin and freckles, my hair is an untamed wildfire that bleaches into an ugly orange after milliseconds in the sun, and I have chicken-legs. However, my rump is a perfect, inverted heart of lust-inducing, traffic-stopping, hard-on-making art. Because of that, almost every lover I’v...