A few hours later the couple woke. They snuggled together in the bed for a while. Eventually, the call of nature became a scream and they had to get up. Stacy untied her bikini from her wrist and tossed it in the suitcase. She wouldn’t be needing it. It was rather convenient that they didn’t have to dress. They walked out of their room and went to meet Andria and Scott. The two couples had a fun and delicious dinner toget...

Bill and Stacy were ecstatic! Finally, after five years of marriage, they were able to afford an island vacation. They were beyond thrilled. Ten days of beachside bliss at a couples-only resort in the Bahamas. They left their wintry home to catch their early flight, having decided to grab something to eat at the airport while waiting to board their plane. Four hours later they landed, just enough time for the meal that Bi...

Helen knew from the loud, passionate noises behind the bathroom door that her father - as she had planned with Caro - was fucking her best friend. The thought of watching her father screw Caro made Helen wet with anticipation; she'd never seen anyone fucking before, so her excitement must simply be that. Now was her chance, she thought. She grinned, opened the squeaky door, and walked into the bathroom. Her father briefly...

She knelt before him. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve been a bad girl. I teased the boys in the bar and one of them made me get down on my knees and suck his big, hard cock. Then two of them spit-roasted me and they all used me and called me a three holes fucktoy. I lost my knickers somewhere too and had to walk home with their cum running down my legs.” “How many times do I have to tell you, you are supposed to start with, ‘Bles...

How are you coming along with the grading? Faith’s text floats on the screen. I debate not answering. If I get into a conversation with her about the fact that I am making very little progress on the stack of final papers...well, I will make even less progress on the stack of final papers. I don’t like grading. It’s certainly not the reading that’s the problem. I love to read student writing. And I love offering up sugges...

My mother, Corey, had married a man she thought loved her despite her inability to conceive children. They adopted a newborn girl, Terry, and me, Carl, four years later. Three years ago, she found out he was having an affair and told him he had to choose between her and his twenty-one-year-old blonde bimbo of a secretary. I'll give him credit; he was wise and ended the relationship with the secretary. Then, a year later,...

2020 - one bizarre fucking year. I’m not going to overstate it, a lot of people had a worse time than me. But it still took a toll. I've been locked down – and like many, it's been in company. We might have all foreseen the strain under which social isolation would put romantic relationships. I figured my own was pretty strong, but it got stress-tested like I'd never bargained on. Couples just aren’t meant to spend so lon...

It was stifling. I'd consumed too much food and too much to drink. My dress was too tight, and there was no way I could leave. Summers on Hestia were torrid. My cousin Magda tried to force another slice of wedding cake on me, but I knew another mouthful would nauseate me. Being nauseous is not something you do on your wedding day. My wedding day, was this a dream or a nightmare? I was perfectly content on Earth pursuing m...