Kelsey’s entire body was thrumming with lust when she entered the office the next day. She had decided to show off her sultry side, so she opted for a white blouse that showed a hint of cleavage and a black pencil skirt that accentuated her shapely legs. She had been right in assuming that she was going to get addicted to Hayden and his delicious, warm cum. Even though she knew that it was so immoral and wrong, she was ho...

Jordina lay naked on the bed. Her legs were wide open, and she felt the cool breeze around her private parts. She closed her eyes, feeling Jan’s tongue explore her vagina. He was licking gently with the tip of his tongue and moving from top to bottom. He found her clit, gave it some attention then moved on. “Mmmm…you’ve done this before,” she whispered. “Yes.” For a woman who, until recently, had been a virgin, the sensat...

A kiss with tongue, is what begun Our daddy-daughter play Upon his lap, my mom's fake nap Inhibitions, soon gave way. . Just eighteen, but he had seen His baby grow up fast My little skirts, my teasing flirts discretions wouldn't last. . My body light, snuggled tight I sat upon his knee He squeezed my thigh, a tiny sigh Not sure if mom could see. . He spread my legs, my silent begs As I nuzzled at his ear My little slit,...

Invited to a girls' weekend Zoey's mom, her friends, and me Not sure the message that they send As there's only bedrooms three. . The six of us, sat down to dine That's when I caught her eye Her lusty looks, a glass of wine I quickly lost my shy. . Had gotten late, we were alone Placed her hand upon my knee My pleasing sigh, just set the tone For Zoey's mom and me. . She brushed my cheek, then kissed my lips Her whisper s...

Even months after my first encounter with my wife’s sister, Nan, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The perfect little titties, the soft and sweet pussy mound I would jerk off almost daily, thinking about her. We went to visit my in-laws at Christmas. They lived in a big old house out in the country, surrounded by fields of cotton and peanuts. Nan was still living with her parents and working for a local business as an a...

Was late at night, at my first job. Was just my boss, and me. My mates all thought she was a snob. A loving soul, I see. . Flirtations started soft and light. Would leave me in a glow. I couldn't wait to start each night. To see how far she'd go. . She knew just how to touch me right. I did as I was told. We both knew tonight's the night. Flirtations getting bold. . I felt her breath, upon my neck. Sent shivers down my sp...

On Daddy's lap, a tiny gap I left between my knees Then snuggled in, to begin To do what he might please. A nibbled ear, I lost my fear His hand fell on my thigh, Wrapped in his arms, my daddy's charms I moaned, a lusty sigh. With college done, back home I run I missed my daddy's touch How far he'd go, I did not know I only knew this much. Last year or two, how close we grew I lusted every night. Despite its size, I'd be...

To say I idolized Ella would have been an overstatement, but not by much. She was better than me – she worked harder at almost everything. Playing solo cello, eyes closed, swaying with the bowing, she was angelic. The 1960s were a time when the cello came into prominence as a solo instrument, and whether I watched Ella playing hers or held mine between my legs and bowed it, the vibrations coursed through my whole body, fo...

Dad came home for an extended stay in mid-December, full of himself because his team was closing in on isolating a new element. As usual, he let Mom assemble the celebratory tray before dragging her into the bedroom for what he, half proudly, half apologetically, explained as “celebrating their collision.” Very particle physicist. That night I made love to myself over and over to the accompaniment of their celebration mus...

I was cold… shivering in my boots because I had dressed inappropriately for the weather. It was below freezing that night and I didn’t have on a single piece of practical clothing. All of it was for show. As an innocent twenty-two-year-old woman building her confidence, I wanted to show off to my family how much I had matured over the past few years. You know the saying, “dress to impress?” Well look how well that turned...

“How many times do you think we've fucked?” asked Millie. She and Jon sat alone at the café. The two friends/ex-lovers were sharing a quiet moment two days ahead of Millie's wedding to Stuart. As Jon sat with his friend, he was both jealous and in awe of her fiance. Stuart accomplished the impossible: he won Millie's heart. At thirty-two Millie was as sexy as ever. Her blondish red hair, green eyes, freckles, and slightly...

Halfway through our eighth decade, our productive years behind us, and still in lusty good health, sex is our favorite topic. Today, gratitude and excitement fill me as I remember my introduction to my first real-life cock. Looking back over the intervening decades, across the lumpy terrain of social change, my lifelong bestie Ella and I see ourselves as two glowing outliers, tall poppies in a field of low grasses. Almost...

Shit! Rebecca cursed as she finally succeeded in lifting the window into the dining room from the porch outside. The ages of dust, dirt, and grime seemed to wedge the window pane in place permanently and the screech of wood on metal on a decade of buildup echoed. But Rebecca needed to open the window because she misplaced her keys, tonight of all nights. And she misplaced her keys because for the first time in her young a...