After Shelley's long day of classes that Wednesday—made even longer by her choice to start the day off by working out—she finally walked through the front door at around 7:30 pm. I glanced over at her and smiled as I finished plating the piping hot roasted chicken with herb potatoes I prepared for us. The timing worked out perfectly. "Hope you're hungry," I greeted her. "Starving." She started to walk to the couch and I s...

Sally still suffers terribly from her nerves especially when she is due to meet someone new. Despite the fact she has already met Dean and sucked his cock before Christmas seemed to make no difference. Two Gin and Tonics did seem to help and after having her pack some sexy clothes we finally, we headed out to the Birmingham hotel where we were going to meet Dean. We checked into our room just before 5.30 pm and Dean joine...

Exhausted! Just frigging… well I said it already. I was lucky to have a cool boss like Lynn, who gave me my own office with the caveat of her barging in infrequently. Oh, did I mention that I worked from her home? I didn’t, huh? Yes, my space in her abode made me feel quite fancy in its rich wood-coloured glory. She was a lawyer with little desire for socialization – except with me of course – so she held me close. Hey, i...

Goddamn it, what happened? My head is throbbing, and will someone please answer that knock at the door? Where am I, and why does my head hurt so fucking bad? "Housekeeping!" I hear someone yelling, and I look towards a door. Looking around, there's peeling paint, a large hole in the wall, and it stinks. I'm busy. I shouted, hoping she would go away. "I'll be back in ten minutes," I hear her say, "and it's time for you to...

I couldn’t help but recall the intense fucking I got that evening as warm water cascaded over my skin. Calling it sex instead would be less crude, but screw politeness – it was fucking. My lips folded inward, cushioning my incisors as my right nipple glided between my index and middle finger. I writhed as I buried two digits inside of my cunt, thinking of how my boyfriend did the same, but with more vigour. “Be a good gir...

Several months after the inaugural programming on SEX-TV, it became clear that some of the original visions for what would work needed to be adjusted. For starters, CeCe was doing a fabulous job as the host of Make Me Cum with CeCe Miller, but she was starting to have issues with her rigorous, exhaustive schedule. Who knew that one could lose ten pounds from having too much sex? Additionally, Susie Hardwick was bored with...

This is certainly not a story that I ever thought I would be telling. My name is Nancy. I have been married to my husband, David, for over forty years, and we have two adult children. We have a good life, but it's a little bit boring. We are both in our early sixties and I guess you could say we kind of go through the motions at this point. To describe myself, I am 5'6" and I weigh 175 pounds, so I am definitely overweigh...

There were plenty of valid reasons to leave you. This one just happened to be a six-foot-two-inch-tall muscular black man, who knew how to treat my pussy the way it needed to be treated. Something you’re just not capable of doing no matter how hard you tried. As you know, I became friends with Reese and his wife, Amy, many years before meeting you. They had four kids one of which the same age as my daughter, so we hit it...

I waited in the parking lot for my wife whose shift ended an hour before. My suspicions as to what caused her tardiness were confirmed when she skipped to the car, beaming. “Guess what, honey?” she asked after she got in, threw her work bag into the back and bounced in the passenger seat while smiling open-mouthed. “What?” “I did it. I really fucking did it.” Her smile turned into a wide grin, and I swung the engine while...