Ever since they first met at Wisconsin Dells, Chelsea and Michael had been dating and enjoying every day of it. However, after six months, dating long distance was wearing at them. It was only a six-hour drive, but they both knew in their hearts where their future would be. After talking about their options, they agreed the best solution was for Chelsea to make the move to Wisconsin. They had spent time with each other ov...

Our texts during the week developed into something more promising. Instead of just being a build-up to another pretty much sex-only date, Jennifer had decided on us having an evening out with some of her friends. Wonderful, I thought, we have progressed, she’s introducing me to some of her friends. I arrived as planned with my overnight case early on Saturday evening. We were going to meet her friends in a wine bar then g...

It wasn't an average week, more emotionally varied than normal. Sometimes I thought of myself as abnormal, "I'm a girl, girls go with boys and I've been with a few of them in my past." How did this ever happen? Other times I thought about: Why did it happen so quickly? Normally, I would expect to go on a few dates before there was any sex. Embarrassment also afflicted me at times, making me wish it hadn’t happened. I comp...

The Ride HomeWe had amazing sex in the morning. Nothing was said between the two of us, but it was really intense and better than it had been in a long time. We kept saying how much we love each other and seeing each other in a completely new light, almost as if for the first time. It was amazing after all these years we could still surprise one another.We packed up, ate breakfast at the hotel and got on the road. I kept...

I'm going to publish this under “stories” and while most of this completely true, I've had to change or embellish on exact verbiage as best I can remember it. This is going to be a slow burn, so if you are looking for a quick sex story, you might want to move on. Just a fair warning.I was engaged to my wife Jill when I was fairly young. I was twenty-three and she was twenty-two. She is a beautiful woman with dark hair and...

My wife, Helen, has set up a nice evening with me. She wants to make me horny, so she's dressed with panties and a very tight lacy bra. It's very sexy and cupping her heavy tits in a very strong and vice grip, putting them on display as a real slut.We are starting kissing when a masked intruder comes in the house. The intruder is here for a robbery. First, he ties me to a chair, then he ties my wife to another chair. Whil...

RuthAnn was back in Chicago. Her body had been vibrating all week with the thought of being back to the big city. Back to the bus ride. Would Elbow Guy and Sports Guy be there? She had unfinished business in the city and it wasn't growing her retail business. She had remembered that week over and over again. On nights back home when she was alone, she would strip done to her black panties and finger herself with thoughts...

After an uneasy night, RuthAnn showered and prepared for her third day at the conference. The events of the previous two days were heavy on her mind. Angry was the best way to describe her feelings. Angry at being assaulted. Angry at her reaction, especially her body's reaction to the assault. If some part of her liked it, was it really assault? What the hell was it? Damn at forty-five, she was really confused. She had no...

Kelle wasn't fucked. Not this time. There was no lost bet. No agreement to complete. Yet. Mayhem was on her mind. It had been a few weeks since her near debauch at Mayhem Crossing, the local biker bar. She had lost a bet and ended up doing things she never imagined doing. She had paid the bet and her career with the police was solid. She was no longer a rookie cop. She was off probation. Her career path was good. It was a...

RuthAnn got ready for her second day. Yesterday's bus ride was still on her mind. She was embarrassed and humiliated. So much so, the thought of taking a taxi had occurred to her. But she was also puzzled by her body's reaction to the touches. It had been years since she had been in college and had guzzled-out frat boys accidentally making contact with her ass and her boobs. However, this was different. This was somewhat...

Sixteen-year-old Sandra Taylor was stood outside her parents’ house in the pouring rain, wondering what to do. When she had left school that day there were a few puffy white clouds lazily floating around the sky. However, as she had neared the end of her long walk home, the heavens had opened up and released a torrent of rain. But the rain wasn’t her only problem; Sandra had forgotten her door key and, to make matters wor...