"It's getting late," he said. "I'm going to watch some porn and unwind before bed." Why don't you play with me instead? That was what I wanted to say, but in order to conceal my true feelings, I chose words that misled, masking my intrigue with a feeble claim, fully aware I couldn't afford to play this game. Though he wasn't mine and I wasn't his, my heart clung to a flame that refused to be dismissed, but I hid my ferven...
We were caught in the ethereal dance of desire in a pounding summer downpour. Each droplet that kissed our skin transformed into a tender brushstroke, igniting a raging fire within our hearts. From the depths of my soul, a surge of love for you enveloped me—a force so powerful that it could no longer be contained by reality's boundaries. This emotion was almost palpable, more real than anything I'd ever felt before. With...
It was a bright, sunny day in early January. I had just come back from a work trip to the Capital which was productive but the weather had been awful. My flight bag had been accompanied by a chilly bag from Le Gourmet containing 1kg each of Grey Slate Venison, sausages, and mince. Half was for my freezer, the rest for friends. It also contained a 600g Valley Bakery Rye and Multi-Seed and some Le Chocolat single-origin bar...
Happily married for twenty-five years has resulted in three grown children and a scrapbook full of terrific memories. My wife is my best friend … except in the bedroom. As the years progressed, our sex life had virtually disappeared. I attributed this decline to the demands of our careers and family, but something new was changing in me. I found myself becoming increasingly interested in sex with another man. This new int...
“Clap these cheeks. Clap these cheeks. Clap these cheeks.” The dark-skinned, ponytailed beauty stared into her bathroom mirror and shook her head in an “I knew this bullshit wouldn’t work” motion. It probably served her right for buying into nonsensical urban legends that floated around in the office earlier that day. “You believe what they were saying?” her light-skinned, curly-haired friend asked while adjusting her gla...
We meet on One Of Those sites. Prior to that day, we may and probably should play together naked. Mutual masturbation. I love hand jobs, so you have total control until you make me - or let me - cum in a fountain of semen, messy but fun for you and sexual satisfaction for me. I love making a woman cum as much as I enjoy my own orgasms. I believe that we should experiment on each other. Being from different parts of the wo...
There was something special about Mary, yet there was also a deep dark secret. Recall, I met Mary while perusing the pages of available women on a dating site. She was forty-nine when we met, a Big Beautiful Woman (BBW), standing at five feet tall with a pretty face and soft, full breasts. She dressed tastefully, further enhancing her beauty. She was sexy as all heck. Our third date was at her small home, which was seclud...
I’m usually the fuck-er, not the fuckee. Generally speaking, I set the pace of our fucking, of the strokes of my dick with my hips, egged on by your whimpers and moans, emboldened by your body reacting to mine. I like to be ‘in charge’, to have a handful of your hair as you swallow the tip of my stiff cock, guiding your rhythm and occasionally holding you in place whilst I tell how much of a good girl you’re being. To hol...
It's fall, temps are dropping, and leaves are beginning to turn, and all I can think about is the time spent with her. Over the few days, I have found myself reminiscing about Laney and the short amount of time spent with her. I hope that, in some small way, if she reads this, she will think about our time as well. We met online during a time where we were both looking for something. After chatting and a phone call or two...
Chapter One McKinley Stewart was a successful businessman who’d struggled most of his adult life with relationships and personal issues. Life was a puzzle, and the pieces never seemed to fit quite right, so he’d resigned himself to being happy enough with his growing IT firm and found a string of escorts to fill his sexual needs. That all changed in a New York minute. The past twenty-one months had been a whirlwind of lif...
The increased moisture in the air seemed to heighten his senses. As Elijah took a deep breath, he swore he could taste floral notes in the otherwise dank atmosphere. Looking to the quickly darkening sky, he did his, now familiar, scan for rain clouds. Even on a beautiful day, he had learned to carry an umbrella - this was London after all. The newness of his situation still had him enthralled with the simplest of things...
Where we left off: This evening was turning out much differently than Katherine had expected. What began as a ladies' book club meeting has now turned into a hookup with Rowan, the town bad boy... ____________________________________________________ Rowan's mouth trailed down from her lips to her neck, licking and biting the hollow of her neck, causing her to gasp, arching her back against the bookshelf. "Oh my!" Katherin...
It starts with a gin filled night. We are out for a Friday evening to just enjoy some time alone. The drinks keep on flowing and we enjoy the summer warmth. As we drink more, your cheeks become rosy and we keep giving each other little smiles, there is a little sparkle in your eyes – a little bit of mischief. We get home around midnight, poured another drink, and you lean over and gave me a full-mouthed kiss. Passionate,...
I'm on our bed with my back against the headboard, I'm completely naked, and my cock is giving you a standing ovation. I'm intensely watching you as you remove your robe, revealing a new and matching lingerie set. It's lacey, black, and the panties are crotchless. You look stunning, and all I want to do is jump at you and explore your body. You would think I was having a seizure with how much my eyes were moving but, what...
Marcie Reynolds was a forty-four-year-old woman that was UK born but had spent the last sixteen years of her life in the USA. She was currently back in England partly for a vacation but also to attend a family gathering at the home of her half-sister Rosemary Hewlett and Rosemary's husband, Frank.Rosemary was three years older than Marcie and although they had the same mother, Marcie was fathered by a US serviceman who wa...
