As I turn into the drive, I see the lights in our bedroom switch off and the shadow of someone crosses the hall heading towards the kitchen. I hope Mandy is ready, I think to myself, she will need to be prepared for what I have in mind for her. “Mandy, I am home.” Just like the other day, she is in the kitchen and she turns to offer me my glass of wine. And, just like the other day, she looks happy, her make-up done perfe...

The following entry is reserved for the highest levels. We can only speculate as to why the creature wrote this down. Hand delivered to our agent in upstate New York. The messenger then burst into flames. This is an exact duplicate of the original note. Any further questions may be directed to Xavier Costello. I wonder at what age Mary knew. Was the knowledge always a part of her? From infancy, did the holy mother grow in...

I had been as horny as a Viking’s hat ever since Eddie had suggested we go down to the coast for a couple of days. And the hour drive hadn’t helped matters as Eddie’s made me tell him again what happened a few years earlier, in the dunes, with those two lovely Dutch boys. Our walk through the dunes only made things worse, so when Eddie kissed me, slipping his fingers into my bikini bottoms, I needed to fuck him, right the...

My wife is always in control. Joan loves to attract lust-filled attention, and pretends to be in complete control, but really wants to be taken and used by as many horny men as possible. Joan and I were eating dinner, I could tell she had something on her mind, I could see it in her eyes and body. her loins were in need of lustful attention. I could tell Joan was determined as she spoke, "I want to go to Daytona Beach for...

My footsteps echoed in the corridor as I approached the Wayback version of the Infernal. Unlike back home at Time Central Station, the hallway was bereft of others hustling about. Other than the clomp-clap of my rubber-soled, era-appropriate shoes and the flapping of a leather backpack matching every step, my only company was James excitedly pontificating "our" plans. His too-loud voice droned on, but I paid his words lit...

We arrived in Jamaica the evening before. A handsome native gentleman greeted us at the resort. He checked us in, making us feel very comfortable, then showed us to our love nest. I could tell you were checking him out, I think you were quite impressed. He made us feel welcome. Showing the room, turning down the bed, and even bringing us some hors d'oeuvres and drinks. You tipped him generously, with a big smile. Joan and...

“Your pussy is so wet,” Kayla purred to me. “And your notes are impeccable.” Sixteen days had passed since my return, and my raven-haired best friend and I were lying in bed. Both of us nude, I lay over her legs while she fingered my dripping cunt to another orgasm. Kayla had one hand on my hastily scrawled notes that cataloged my adventures, the other alternating between playing in my wetness and fingering my swollen cli...