The hotel room seemed to close in around Jake as he paced restlessly, every nerve ending in his body thrumming with rampant desire after watching Samantha's incredibly arousing video. His wife's sultry tones and wanton display had set his blood afire, stoking an insatiable craving that could only be sated by her welcoming heat. The musky scent of his own arousal hung thick in the air, mingling with the lingering traces of...

The bedroom was a perfect little oasis, filled with the sweet scents of vanilla and lavender. A large, arched window looked out over a lush garden that was alive with the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves. The room was decorated with soft, pastel-colored wall paper and plush pink bedlinen. It was a place of warmth and quiet, and it felt strangely intimate, almost as if it was waiting for something special to ha...

Kevin is new to this upscale, vibrant neighborhood. The moving truck just left on this late summer afternoon, and he sits in the middle of stacks of boxes. He’s bewildered at being here, and overwhelmed by the last few weeks of lawyers, advisors, distant relatives and, of course, the funeral. Leaning back against a padded something or other, he’s fading into a nap. Closing his eyes, he hears a decidedly female voice. He’s...

I'd known Kelly for years, since she and her family moved in twenty years ago. She was a pretty child, with blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, always happy, I always thought she'd grow into a pretty woman, marry, and make some guy very happy. I never did understand why she was still at home, with her parents at 33 ish years old. She wasn't perfect by any means, she was a short girl, barely reaching five feet, but so what?...

I glowered at my phone, my mood darkening as I read the latest text from my girlfriend. "Goddamn it," I muttered. Cameron, my roommate, strolled into the living room at that moment. "Let me guess," he said. "Kendra's still pissed at you." "Yep." Sighing heavily, I tossed the phone onto the couch cushion next to me. "How long is she going to punish me for saying I don't want to go to her friend's bridal shower? I mean, who...

What's that on the floor? It looks like...oh, they're her panties. They were the ones she'd been wearing all day yesterday. Inspecting them, sweat stains, and some pussy juice too. Holding them to my face, tasting them, smelling them, my cock getting harder. I can't resist, slipping into those stained panties, my cock strains the waistband, thoughts of them being next to her pussy and ass for hours. Stroking myself, balls...

When my dear wife died, leaving me a single man again aged sixty, my sex life reverted to what it had been for years before I met her, to porn and masturbation. The only difference was that much of my porn consisted of my collection of erotic pictures I’d taken of my wife since our twenties. They showed her nude or in underwear in poses as hot as any porn, and I masturbated, remembering the feel of her naked body against...

Simon Hicks was a nineteen-year-old college guy living with his alcoholic dad and gran in Manchester, England. His mum passed away two years before to cancer. He went to college every day, hung out with his friends on campus and talked about girls and fucking. Simon was a little jealous of his best friend, Tom Dale, because he was confident and a hit with the ladies, and gets to fuck all the girls he wanted. Whereas he, h...

Chris had never met my friends, although they had heard about him from me for a while. I decided to have all four of us meet for lunch one day at the nearby diner. He knew very well that a new girlfriend’s female friends would inevitably vet him in some way. Gina and Jenny sat opposite us in a booth. I detected a certain coolness from them. Is he still probationary in their eyes? Jenny also was wearing her dark cap which,...