It’s a guilty pleasure knowing that the words flowing out of my mind, through my fingers, and onto the screen produce a certain titillation that keeps readers coming back for more. That feeling of turning a person on with my decadent imagination is powerfully heady (pun intended). The immensely gratifying feeling of satisfying others’ carnal needs is not lost on me. One doesn’t need to demonstrate the most advanced writin...

Gary Mitchell was a man who enjoyed sex and was open to pretty much anything. But when his former teacher, Serena Johnson, suggested he bend over and take a strap-on up the ass during a threesome with her and his wife, Amina, he was less than enthusiastic. Still, he saw the excitement in Amina’s eyes and figured there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to keep her happy. Happy wife, happy life, right? Besides, Serena had just off...

Carol and Annie had not spoken about their little training lesson from a week ago, but Carol had not forgotten about it. It was one of those things that seemed to linger at the back of her mind, something they both knew was there but never brought up again. In the late evening, Carol was surprised to see Annie entering the living room. Usually, she would be sleeping by this time, as she had to wake up early for work. She...

Her sapphire eyes smouldered from under black, sooty lashes and mesmerised him. He couldn't tear his gaze from her. She began to play, her fingers sweeping along her smooth, open thighs before slipping between her damp, puffy lips and entering her silken entrance. Her lips parted, and a low, incredibly sexy purr escaped her lips, which was like music to his ears, as she bit her bottom lip and began to rock her hips; he fe...

In the depths of pleasure and taboo, I find myself drawn to the anal, A playground of ecstasy and thrill, Where desires run wild and free. The path to this forbidden pleasure, Is paved with anticipation and lust, As I wait for him, my Daddy, To come and take control. His hands are firm and strong, As he guides me to his will, Spankings raining down upon my butt, With each strike, my arousal grows. The sting of his touch i...

As tempting as it was to join my wife in the shower that morning after I watched her and her best friend lap each other's pussies, I stayed behind in the kitchen, nursing a hangover, sipping coffee and wondering what I was going to say to Jodi, the friend, when she emerged from the steaming bath about our naughty liaison the night before. Before I had a chance to talk with Jodi, though, Danielle was out of the shower and...

After months of trying to forget about the carnal encounter with my stepdaughter Joy, I was finding myself increasingly obsessed. Telling my wife I wanted to clean out our photos files, I spent hours sorting through pictures of our family, making sure to examine closely any of the thousands of snapshots of Joy that enticed my libido: Joy in the swimming pool with her bikini riding her lovely ass crack; Joy in her lingerie...

My mother, Cece, is 48 this year, but we have been together since I was 19. I headed down to our house for her famous summer barbecue, and her in-laws were there, which both she and I have come to regard as great cockblockers. They want to be taken care of hand and foot, and my mother being the great matriarch she is, makes up a fabulous spread and serves upwards of thirty or forty people at one of these things. I try to...

Lena awoke to the sound of her husband James leaving for work. As she lay in her bed, cold and alone, she thought back to the previous night. It was a night of passion. A night of utter fulfillment and unhindered exhibition. The night began when she was leaving her art studio after a long day of shooting for her video blog’s big summer blowout giveaway. She was ready to begin her weekend and relax her body as well as her...

My mom was up on a ladder with a watering can, replacing the sugar water in the hummingbird feeders hanging from the banyan tree in our backyard. I was stabilizing the ladder from below. I was sixteen, a high school sophomore, and my mom, who had me when she was my age, was a young-looking thirty-two. She owned a successful yoga studio, and her years-long practice of yoga had molded her body into a harmony of supple curve...

So a bit of background about me... I'm Amanda, and I'm twenty-seven, blonde, and Swedish. I've been living in England for the last eight years with my English husband while my parents and siblings live in Sweden. I've got a younger sister called Vilma (twenty-five) and a brother called Gotte (twenty-three). I go and visit them when I can, and they come over here to visit every couple of months. CHAPTER 1 Lately, Vilma has...

I was a rather cute and shy kid as far as I can remember. I was the darling of my aunties and cousins. I had grown up away from my parents; they had jobs abroad and hence I was put in boarding school. My dad was a big shot scientist and my mom wanted to follow his success, so my upbringing was with my uncles and aunties, and for my holidays I was invariability sent to my relatives, where there were kids my age and I had a...