I can’t stop fucking this tight piece of young college ass. Goddammit, I shouldn’t be fucking my main man’s little sister. But sheeeit. Look at them plump, nubile cheeks up in the air, red and wiggling. That pink, gushy slit sucking off my big, black dick. Phew. And the wild shit she says really be getting me off: “Fuck me harder with that big black cack!” Her pronouncing it cack, rather than cock makes the shit sound gut...

Our forbidden love brought us to this makeshift hideout, where the dirt floor sullied my brocade gown, and the branching roof tore his linen shirt. But I didn’t care. We were here together. So close that I could smell the harness oil he used on the horse saddles, and he could smell the rose oil I used in my bath. He looked at me with those eyes. Eyes that spoke a thousand words of love to me, and I melted into his embrace...

My name is Nick and I’ve made some mistakes in life. Back in high school, Principal Snider caught me peeking in the girl's locker room. But don’t get me wrong. The mistake wasn’t ogling those perky shirt shakers… The mistake was getting caught! Last summer, my wife Margaret invited her eighteen-year-old niece Lydia, her brother’s daughter, to spend the summer at our house in Florida. I wrote an entire story about that adv...

Am I a bad person for cheating on my wife? I guess it depends on your perspective. Maybe if I tell you the story, you’ll have a little sympathy for this simple blue-collar guy. Some of you may even be a little jealous. My wife, Margaret, and I have been married for eighteen years. That’s long enough for all social taboos to break down within a marriage, which means if you have to fart, you fart. It also means trading roma...

A loud banging on the door, as if the world was ending, woke him from his slumber, staring confused out in the darkroom. The only light sources were the full moon shining behind the thin curtains and the small trace of a yellow glow shining from under the door. A shadow of someone standing impatiently on the other side of it made the light seem to move as well. Whoever it was tried opening the locked door by twisting the...

Men are men, vows are words, and words are wind. - George RR Martin Father Oswald's most difficult challenge as a priest was hearing confessions from women recounting their carnal sins. At times it was torturous for him to listen to young females conflicted by guilt pouring out revelations of their sexual desires and transgressions. No matter how hard he tried to deny his impulses, the padre was frequently aroused by thes...

Growing up with a younger sister came with its perks and its annoyances. It was convenient having a younger sibling to poke fun at and manipulate into doing chores for me. I also rather enjoyed having someone other than my parents enthusiastically cheering for me at hockey games, wearing old jerseys of mine to show her support. She was my biggest fan when we were kids. Youth hockey is pretty all-consuming during the winte...

Her alarm clock told her that it was midnight and sixteen-year-old Lydia Case jumped out of bed and switched on her laptop. While it began its start-up sequence, she stripped off her PJs and headed to her lingerie drawer and rummaged through the collection of bras and panties she owned and removed a pair of black silk thong panties and a matching shelf bra. From another drawer and hidden in the back among the various pair...