Penelope and I sat at her kitchen table, sipping hot cocoa as we caught up on all that had happened since we'd started college. It was now fall break, and the moment Penelope let me know she was home from school, I'd rushed over to her house. During high school, my best friend and I had been inseparable. But while I attended a university within commuting distance from home, Penelope had been accepted to the school of her...

It was almost dark by the time I got home. As soon as I let myself inside the apartment, I caught a whiff of Devon's homemade spaghetti sauce. He was sitting on the couch, his laptop in front of him. "Hey, Heidi," he greeted me with a smile. "There are leftovers in the kitchen if you're hungry." After setting my purse and keys on an end table, I strode toward my roommate so I could plant a kiss on the top of his head. "Yo...

I watched in horror as my two older brothers brawled in the front yard, drunkenly swearing and throwing punches at each other. My father, only slightly less drunk, stood on the porch behind me and bellowed at them to knock it off. Whirling around, I glared at Dad. "It's almost two in the morning! You have to do something." Dad merely rolled his eyes. "What got them started this time?" I didn't bother explaining that one o...

Nadia's question, asked so earnestly, almost made me laugh. Of course, I trusted her. To an extent. Tonight, I'd allowed her to handcuff me to the metal spindles of her bed's headboard. That I was completely naked when she did so only served to make me feel more vulnerable. In the candlelight, I also felt strangely free, like I'd left my identity just outside her apartment door. I'd never been into bondage, not even withi...

In the weeks following Beckett's death, the mourning of everyone in Oliver's house seemed to coalesce until it took on a presence all its own. Sadness followed me from room to room, and every time I saw Damien's grief-stricken face, my own pain grew even more wrenching. Beneath our despair was a sense of expectation, almost as if we were all holding our breath. Everyone, but especially Phil, had an ear to the ground, and...

As more time passed, I succeeded in convincing myself that I could remain oblivious to the nature of Oliver's work. I clung to the illusion that it was enough to be vaguely aware of the danger, even when I didn't fully understand the risk. But the events of a night in early October obliterated my illusion. Oliver had left earlier that evening, accompanied by Ted, Beckett, and several other members of his security team. I...

After a salacious discussion about the fine art of titty-fucking, I decided it had been far too long since I’d offered that delightful menu option to my husband. However, once the foreplay started, my ability to form coherent words flew out the window as my body trembled in the wake of countless orgasms. All the shaving, spanking, licking, sucking, fingering, and fucking had left me lying there in utter, sated bliss, enjo...

It was Friday night, and I was at my friend, Allan's, house. The party was going well, which had been organised for his seventeenth birthday. I'm Joanne, also seventeen. There were several friends and neighbours dancing and chatting. Everyone was mixing well, and although Allan's parents hadn't bought drinks for us teenagers, they had made a rather fruity, spicy punch, which had a fair kick to it. As the evening wore on,...

It is probably a good time to have a very brief summary. My husband is away abroad for three weeks. My desire to cheat was on overtime. In week one, I had a visiting businessman with a very, very long cock (Gerald, Part 3). Public sex with a different partner (Michael, Part 3). Finally, a de-brief fuck with Andrew on Friday, to round out week 1. While fucking Andrew, he convinced me to have a threesome with his wife the n...

On Wednesday I had the most amazing sexual experience in a FFM threesome with my boyfriend Andrew and his wife Sharon. An experience that blew apart my sexual horizons. Consequently, I updated my adult dating profile to include women and couples. By Thursday afternoon, plenty had reached out to me. Most were a bit trashy, but one profile resonated with me. As I was looking at their message, I noticed that they were online...

In the following days, I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd done with Dwight and Arthur. My memories were so vivid that they made me wet. Playing them over in my mind, I felt a hot pulse of lust between my thighs. At the bar, Dwight and I tried to be professional. We didn't go out back and fuck during our break; we didn't even sneak a kiss. But we did flash each other knowing smiles that our coworkers quickly noticed....

Though no one was around to overhear us, Arthur leaned toward me, bringing his lips to my ear. "I'd love to watch you and Dwight again, and I'm more than happy to pay for the privilege of doing so." He then went on to tell me just how much he would pay. My eyes widened at his offer. "Um..." I floundered helplessly, unsure of how to reply. Arthur's words, and his nearness, started an insistent pulse of excitement low in my...

Friday, and I had arranged to meet up with Andrew for a post fucking de-brief at a café near his home. It was quite a pleasant surprise that Sharon was there with him. They both greeted me warmly, hugging and kissing me. Once again, Sharon’s hug and kiss on my lips lingered longer than I had expected. It was a very nice catch-up as we chatted about various topics, but not sex. Sharon said that she had to head off to work....