After we got home from the cottage, Carol and I spent some hot times reminiscing about all of our adventures. The memories were very arousing and fueled our sex talk. Home, where we met, married, have a house and numerous social friends. Home is also where the sex games began. Carol has always been a scandalous flirt. She would dance with men while she was wearing scant clothes. She would mold her body to them and hump th...

When Max had asked me to go with him to The Den, I admit I was a little apprehensive. He’s always been a really good friend and has helped me through some tough times. So even though it seemed a little creepy, I decided to go along so he could get in. I’d never had any kind of sexual feelings towards him in the past, aside from the rare fleeting thought of “what if” that everyone has about friends of the opposite sex. Fro...

I so love pornography,it is very good for me;all those cocks and cunts and tits,all those very naughty bits.I so love pornography,it is bloody good for me.Fuck those prudes and brainless dudeswho’d censure me for being rude.They’re afraid of bodies bare?Scared of bums and pubic hair?Dislike pleasure when it’s shared?Semen flying through the air?What’s wrong with pornography:easier than ABC; a DVD in your machine,then take...

We were deep into the early morning hours, and Carol had more she wanted to tell me about her past. What she had told me so far was not necessarily something I wanted to hear. It was interesting, titillating, and the supportive pictures she had shown me had raised my temperature. The rest of the story was interrupted by crying, some embarrassment on her part, and concern that I would end up not liking her. That latter par...

Catching up, that's what I was thinking. Starting over? Making up for lost time. Why had this taken so long? What the hell had I been thinking? The self-recrimination was so frequent these last years that it was almost funny now. And behind that thought, the usual suspects. Mom tried to tell me I was too young. I grimaced in the mirror as I applied my mascara. Well, if Mom knew what I was planning tonight it would curl he...

"...-derstand, Tris? Do you understand?" Eric's deep voice snapped Tris out of the stupor she was having. The twenty year old woman blinked thrice, her dark eyes sparking with fear and more prominently, arousal. "Huh? Wha'?" She stuttered out, a slight blush covering her cheeks and delicate nose. A swift slap to her ass caused the petite woman to squeak and jump slightly. "I said," the brown haired man said, chuckling a l...

What a blast it was to ring in 2014. I brought in the new year by fucking three guys. Yes, you heard me right; three guys. I did not plan to fuck three guys, but it turns out that is exactly what happened. For new year, one of my fuck buddy’s, James, wanted to take me out to this nice night club with a hot blonde to show off on his on his arm. He and his other friends were meeting at the club and he wanted to me to be the...

Amy loved her job, but she had no illusions about what her job really was. After all, you couldn’t expect success if you pretended it was anything else. She was a sex performer, and she was paid to have sex on stage several times a night whenever it was her shift. And sex, whether on stage, for film or in private, was still sex. It meant disrobing, it meant groping and above all it meant penetration. That was what the pun...

I was beginning to understand something about myself. Being bad turned me on. The best sex I ever had was when I was doing something wrong. That's why I like sex with married men. Because it's wrong. I also liked having sex with someone my ex-boyfriend knew and hated. If Jim knew I was letting William fuck me he would be so upset. Oh so wrong of me. William was a womanizer and just saw me as a sex object. All of the thing...

Vixen’s art teacher was a young man with a beard, a neatly trimmed red beard. He was fresh out of grad school, and this was his first position. He was hoping for tenure and then for a better job at a bigger and more prestigious school. He was not married and lived very frugally. The first time he saw Vixen as she entered his classroom, his genitals quivered. He wanted her. But, of course, he knew the rules; she was off li...

Vixen had four subjects on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and on the first day of classes she got to all four on time and before the sessions were over, she made sure each of her teachers knew her name. It was not hard since the slight redhead with the big boobs was wearing her skin-tight jeans and a skimpy t-shirt a couple of sizes too small. The biology lecture had really interested her, and she looked forward to the lab...

Vixen had four subjects at Seasisde U. on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and on the first day of classes she got to all four on time and before the sessions were over, she made sure each of her teachers knew her name. The biology lecture had really interested her, and she looked forward to the labs. The English course was involved writing a research paper and that, she feared, meant a lot of work, but the teacher was young...

When my father offered me the chance to work in his office for ten bucks an hour, I jumped at it. It was a lot better than cutting lawns and it was air-conditioned. The other benefits were unexpected. I was seventeen that summer and had just finished my junior year of high school and done well on the SATs. I needed money for college. Dressed in chinos and a clean polo shirt, I rode to work that first Monday and listened t...

I spotted her walking in front of me from the subway and enjoyed the roll of her hips and the bounce of her ponytail. We entered the building and the elevator together. “Looking for work?” I asked her. She was fresh and young, really lovely. I felt my cock squirm. She nodded. “Interview.” I handed her my card. “Doesn’t work out, come see me. Tenth floor.” I got out and she stayed on. She was as tall as I am, at least in h...