I was awakened by the sound of people walking down the street outside our house, presumably coming home from a night out. I looked at the neon numbers on the clock over on Jade’s side of the bed, as I did so the numbers clicked over to show the time was two-thirty in the morning. I turned over onto my back and stared at the ceiling. Jade’s soft gentle breathing was the only other sound to be heard that late at night, or s...

I left my husband and his brother drinking in the lounge. I was too tired and squiffy so went to bed. It must have been about two or three in the morning when I woke up. Thirsty and tired, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. It was dark. His brother had crashed, snoring on the sofa. Hubby was asleep on the floor, I nearly tripped over him. I took him to bed and we made love. I woke to the sound of the front door c...

For a while, I had a boyfriend who had two tongue rings -- a barbell in the back and a ring on the tip. He was the type of guy who, when he filled out a job application, he answered the question "What are your hobbies?" with "Cunnilingus" and a hand-drawn winky face. He could twist his tongue sideways in either direction, then flick it back and forth like a demented snake. He loved to show off how he could twist a cherry...

They lay naked on the bed, uncovered. She, awake, on her side, facing him, and already moistened. He, on his back, sleeps on. She views his flaccid member and loose sac. Smiling, her hand encloses the whole genital package. A chick enclosed in a shell. The game begins. A gentle squeeze. Nothing. Firmer pressure, one finger strokes. The chick stirs, grows. Her fingers part like the cracking of a shell. Purple head pokes ou...

I love watching you sleep. Like a lioness in repose.  Gently, quietly, I pull the sheet aside, and for a moment I can’t even breathe. I see the exquisite form of goddess before my eyes. Every time, your beauty takes my breath away. Every. Single. Time. Such contentment and peace, yet also such strength contained in your sleeping form. I put my hand to my own pussy and rub, remembering the ferocity of your strap-on assault...

The tone of my nonsensical dream slowly changed to a flash flood of emotional remembering: excited fear of the first hand between my legs rubbing the seam of my jeans, nervousness when the first hand went up my shirt timidly holding my breast, anticipation from the first hand up my skirt after going to the movies, anxiety from the first fingers, other than my own, to slip down my panties, and finally, the first boy that b...

I smiled,as I leaned on my elbowgazing at her while she slept. I smiled,as I watched her breast movingwith a serenity of sleep so fair. I smiled,as the first rays of the sunon her angelic face shone. I smiled,as her turn bared a breastrounded, alluring, sublime. I smiled,as she opened her eyelidslooking at me amused. I smiled,as she asked why I was grinning."Now I am here with you, Love." She smiled,and we made love.    ...

The morning sun casts through the blinds, painting stripes of light onto her perfect shape. I grab my cock, eyes tracing the cleft of her still-damp labia. He'll be home soon; the man who owns this pussy. Mine for another few moments, I mount her, nudging her lips to spread with my engorged tip. Pushing, I sink into wet nirvana. She wakes with a moan. Bottoming out deep, her slick heat clings when I pull, hugs when I push...

Remember that time in the dark,  Remember that time in the sunlight,  Remember that time in the car,  Remember... Remember when we didn't need to be silent.    Each flicker of your tongue on my skin burns the same way it always has done. I yern to moan, to grip, to grab. As I did when we didn't need to be silent.  You tease me and then shush me.    Each press of your hands against my flesh, the way your fingers coax and t...

Smooth skin, softly lit by moonlight. A tragedy would be to close the curtains, to block out that gentle blanket of rays. Face smooth of day's worries,  eyes closed, that burning intensity cooled.    My body slips up against yours,  my aim to be to hold, not to waken.  Holding breath until I am certain,  sleep has you firmly in her grasp. Yet, I am jealous of her allure.   My skin no longer smooth, stretched by new life. ...

Fuck! I can't believe what I'm seeing in my parents' living room. Three giggling teenage girls, wearing sheer lingerie are sitting on the couch cheering on a fourth girl who is attempting to deep throat a dildo. What the fuck! The cheers and laughter is probably why they didn't hear me come in through the kitchen door. I step back into the shadows of the hallway while my cock responds to the luscious, pale ass cheeks of t...

She was sleeping softly next to me on the sofa, this sweet nineteen-year-old little nymph named Nina, curled up in a cute fetal position, her head on a pillow, that pillow on me, her lovely face inches away from my cock. She wore only an oversized T-shirt, a bare shoulder coquettishly exposed, and silly colorful socks. It was intriguing me whether she had shorts or even underwear underneath the shirt. It was a mystery I w...