My friend, Wayne, invited me to spend New Year's at his parents' place, and we spent the day snowmobiling. Dinner was later in the evening, and by the time it finished up, it was nearly ten. We helped his two sisters, Gwen and April, clean up the kitchen, and then we played cards and had a few more drinks. At midnight we celebrated the New Year with a toast and a drink, and his mom and dad went to bed. We sat around a bit...

They met online. He sent a simple private message on an adult-themed website, complimenting her on her profile picture. Several months later they were naked in her bedroom, and he was giving her a full-body sensual massage. This is the story of Ann and Mark. One evening, Mark stumbled onto Ann’s profile while reading stories and viewing photos. Her ample cleavage caught his attention, but the photo had an interesting angl...

Deciding to be naughty, I chose a special gift for him: red lingerie that ribboned around my breasts and skimmed just over my labia. In my haste to put it on, I ripped it. Not to be discouraged, I inserted a butt plug before slipping into a red-black corset and silky panties. When Sir entered the bedroom and found me waiting on my hands and knees, he immediately pulled down my panties. My glistening arousal eagerly welcom...

Back in the early nineteen sixties, Bob's parents took a vacation to northern Wisconsin each summer. Most years, they spent the time at his grandfather's house, but this year, they rented a cabin at a lake. Joining seventeen-year-old Bob and his parents were his sixteen-year-old sister Carolyn, his aunt Peggy, and her daughter Susan, something of a spoiled girl, who was also sixteen. They came every year, but this was the...

Clutching the dirty shirt you left behind, I breathe in your scent, pressing it to my face. I can never get enough of you, much like an addict who is dying for their fix. The ache of your absence pierces my heart, and I fight back the tears that are welling up as I take your shirt to my bedroom and place it next to my pillow so that I can fall asleep with your scent lingering beside me. When I close my eyes at night, the...

Browsing the vegetable aisle of the supermarket, I was suddenly aware of my soreness. "My ass hurts," I whispered. "Of course it does," Sir quipped, his attention seemingly absorbed by a tomato selection. "My dick is thick, and I wasn't gentle." I caught the gaze of an elderly couple nearby, feeling my face flush crimson. The woman seemed appalled, while her husband smirked. I hurried away, Sir trailing behind me. "They h...

I had hoped to be wanted and wanton, free of the cage that is built around me, a tight brown box that no longer fits my expanded soul. Just wanton and wanted for a few hours, hair down, blouse unbuttoned, one shoe on, not contained, hard hands that want me on my soft body. I don't like this feeling. I am rejected, fallen from my hopeful horse. Maybe just by circumstance, but the result is the same, Pushed down in the stic...

In case you hadn’t figured out from my previous stories, I have never really conformed to society’s norms when it comes to matters of sex and sexuality. I have always had an overactive libido. Okay, if the truth be told, I’ve always been a bit of a slut. My sex drive has more in common with a guy’s actually. I was always very popular with the guys in high school because, well, I often had sex on the first date and the oth...