Waking up hard is not that unusual for me, Tom, but this was different for some reason. As I woke, I realised that it was because Sam was lying on me, eliciting a reaction. Sensing my [general] awakening, she said, "Morning," and kissed me. I returned the kiss and we started gently making out with our sleepy tongues exploring each others' mouths. As we made out, her wet pussy was gently sliding over my hard and growing co...

Laura and me spent a few wonderful hours. I was more than ever in love with her. The next day I had an appointment with Dr. Schneider. Her beautiful receptionist Kira let me in. As almost always, she made a bad-tempered impression. I considered her unsympathetic and downright arrogant. She took me to an examination room equipped with a gynecological chair. Dr. Schneider came in. "Don't be afraid, Mr. Möller. You don't hav...

When Joanna, a thirty-six-year-old mother of three, finally opened the door, she greeted her guest with a predatory squint of her brown eyes and glorious cleavage. Target acquired. Her stepson’s face was tight. She could see Kit’s chest heave in a deep breath. And his eyes were squarely on her face, no doubt trying hard not to look down at the breasts ready to burst out of the lacey neckline of her cream white silk camiso...

It was late at night and just had a nice hot bath and sat down on the sofa in my dressing gown. I turned on the TV and a porn channel came on and two beautiful blonde naked women were all oiled up and wrestling each other. I found myself getting aroused as their clitorises' began to grind against each other. The more I watched, the more I was turned on. I heard a dripping sound on my brown leather sofa and gazed down and...

Like most self-employed people, Becky was struggling as a hairdresser during lockdown. No clients meant no money, but the bills didn’t seem to stop. She’d already resorted to cancelling every subscription she had and had even sold her TV on eBay. But she was still short of cash. At twenty-six years old and living the single life she had no one to help with the bills. Out of desperation, she’d texted one of her clients to...

Between the alcohol and her orgasm, Tonia was out like a light. I very carefully gathered her into my arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. She didn't wake as I cleaned things up and tucked her into bed. I struggled with deciding what was the right thing to do, and finally decided I should stay with her until the alcohol wore off and she woke up. I figured that would only be a couple of hours, and she could send m...

I slipped quietly into the living room to check on my wife. She was sound asleep with some form of CSI blaring on the TV set. Another grueling day of watching daytime TV had left her exhausted. I covered her with a blanket and turned the noise box off. I shook my head as I considered another lonely night alone in bed.I grabbed a beer as I headed out the back door to join my daughter and her friends by our fire pit. I'm su...

 The new LibrarianWord got around so fast from one of our colleagues. There is a new face at our local library. A man of all people. I would think he is a nerd for one, or a women hunter. Would be interesting to find out and also if is really there to just pack away books.I have been single with a reasonable enough explanation. There is nothing wrong with me. In fact, I believe I am good looking. I am build slim. I have a...

He was sitting quietly, tapping his fingers on the key without typing. "What are you doing?" she asked, startling him. He blushed, and then grinned. "I was trying to come up with an idea for a story for you, but I couldn't decide on a situation to get us naked." "Why not?" she teased. "Most of my stories start with something that really happens and inspires me. Nothing inspiring happened today." "How about this?" she said...

This feeling so familiar. Hard, yet known to me. So simply, yet so powerful. Many men have sat in this old chair. However few know its true power, it's latent potential. As the sky turns blu, My pride, my heart, my blu leads me to my seat. In her eyes this old wooden chair has become a throne, a symbol of power, Of trust, and understanding. She is so beautiful, holding my hand, barely about to walk.  Blue heels on, and bl...

She likes being in control, the type where she controls the speed, the depth and her own pleasure - when it arrives and how long it lasts. Lately, though, she liked being in control over his pleasure... especially if he gets the release he so craves after she built it in him. From time to time she's even had her way with him, subtly promising with her body language an eventual orgasm, but deliberately failing to deliver o...