Outside, the sun had set, and the early evening air was quite cool. I felt my nipples react and shuddered ever so slightly as the coolness of the air flushed over my naked back. "Would you like my jacket?" James asked, noticing me shiver. "No, thank you," I answered. His soft hand caressed my back, as we walked to his sedan, which warmed my naked flesh but did little to calm my hard nipples. The Royal Plaza was a short dr...

Katie had never met anyone like her oldest sister’s latest boyfriend John before. At first, she had been a bit freaked out that her twenty-three-year-old sister Julie was dating a guy over ten years older than her, but then she had met him. Wow! It wasn’t that he was an absolute hunk (although Katie thought he was quite fit!) He just had a certain presence about him – an aura if you will – that made Katie go weak at the k...

Mrs. Forde was indeed having at least as much fun as her daughter, perhaps doubly so. She was now on her hands and knees on her bed, positioned diagonally across the corner. The only thing she wore was her sexy little high heels, and her ‘I HEART BBC’ necklace. Standing behind her was Ronny, who was very much enjoying fucking Mrs. Forde doggy style. His hands gripped her waist, his thumbs moving over her stunning ass. Ron...

It had been two weeks since my last encounter with Alyson. Summer had just begun, but the weather had already started to turn hot. I was hiding under a shady spot, feeling miserable and wondering what to do. I was two weeks away from heading to my new college, and all my friends were enjoying the last days of their childhood, as they liked to call it, away from home. They asked me to join them, but I didn't have the money...

The carnival had sprung up on the seaside almost magically, as if it appeared overnight. As I walked up, I took in the towering Ferris wheel and the scent of funnel cakes and kettle corn. Though I had been to similar traveling carnivals along the coast as a child, I had never seen this particular one before. It was only here for a short season before moving on, yet it had a strange air of permanence in its decaying rides...

So, a little background about us: I’m thirty, and my wife is thirty-one; both are Canadian but are of Indian origin. I was born and raised here; she moved here when she was seven. I’m 5’11, and she’s 5’6 in height. I would describe her body as slim-thick, and she’s curvy in all the right places; while I'm personally an “ass man,” and she has a fantastic butt, it's her F-cup breasts that were the first thing that caught my...

If I think back to some of my most memorable parties from my early and mid-twenties, this story always comes to mind. My friend Adam had rented a trailer for the summer; it was only a twenty-minute drive out of town. I found myself spending a lot of time there that year. It was excellent, summer nights drinking and celebrating not having to grow up yet. One day I left work, picked up some alcohol, and made my way straight...

The Chuffing The huffing and puffing, the rutting, and, oh, the continual chuffing. His enormous, fat, wide, long, drooling cock sliding into me - pounding into me - marking me as his, my womb wide open to his wild, animal-like ministrations. The chuffing. I say this as I am coming awake, or something, into a more conscious state from the perpetual, aching, swooning orgasm he has been giving me for the past thirty minutes...