Ruby looked at her reflection in the mirror and felt a thrill whizz through her. She had managed, yet again, to bag a new date, her third that week and it was only Thursday. Looking at her reflection, she marvelled at how plump and luscious her lips were and how the red lipstick boosted them. Frequently, she was asked if she had had her lips enhanced, which she hadn’t but still, that was a compliment by any woman’s standa...

I sit in the green room, waiting. I feel sick from the restless butterflies, and I'm wringing my hands while staring at an exit door that I'm only a hair's breadth away from walking out of. That's a lie. I wouldn't walk. I'd kick off my black heels and run as fast as I could to put the pressure, waiting for me in the studio next door, behind me. I wonder how I let myself get wrapped up in this, despite having so much to l...

It’s my favorite thing about a man, and I don’t know why. Is it a kink, a fetish… oral fixation? Sure. My desire to please, a thirst that needs quenched, the thing that turns me on the most, sometimes it feels like it might be better than receiving what could hot that sweet spot. I’m just an eager slut about it, sure, it’s the best part of foreplay, sometimes I get carried away, yet it’s not a disappointment if it goes no...

He knows I can’t resist, loves to tease, knowing I won’t—can’t say no. He knows what happens to me when that weapon is brandished. He knows there are no rules. He knows any time and any place. He knows he can lord it over me because I am weak. He knows the terms are unspoken, always open. He knows my drug, so highly addictive. He knows it makes my mouth salivate. He knows I can’t control my hyperfixation. He knows I need...

My name is John, and I'm twenty-one years old and live with my parents outside the Bay Area of California. I grew up here, and my private or sex life has not been vanilla. I had some adventures with some cheerleaders that went out of control. I was able to get back to everyday life for a while. This story is about how I disappeared for some time without anyone knowing. We lived in a house in an older neighborhood. Some of...

One day, Max called me and said he wanted to talk about something important. He was smiling when I arrived, and he had the dirtiest, smug look I have ever seen. I was confident that he has some dirty ideas in his mind since the last time we met. I asked him, "What is going on? Did you finally find someone else to replace me?" He said, "Nope, not yet. What I want to know is how much cum are you swallowing now?" He grinned...

Through the fug, I look up at the multi-coloured squares of fabric pillowing down from the ceiling of my basement bedroom den. I float and swirl from the joint. Battling the haze, I become aware of my arm being softly stroked.Phillipa and I have been soulmates on our course for nearly three years, not that we see much of each other. She misses more lectures than she makes, but she is a great study mate, her raw intelligen...

Until the events of this story, I was incredibly conservative. I was born into a very religious family and taught to avoid sexual relationships until I was married. I was a good girl, although I did allow boys to fondle and suck my rather large breasts, and I stroked a few dicks. However, I didn’t have sexual intercourse until I married Ed right after our graduation from college. We met in our senior year in college in Mi...

  It would be very helpful if you read part one of this story to get a better idea of the context of the situation and characters.  But in case you just want to start here, I will provide a synopsis of the first story to provide a starting point for this one. My name is Ed, and my wife Sue and I were both forty-one years old at the time of the first story. We had just moved to the Atlanta area when our son Tommy was sixte...

I am a petroleum engineer working for a major oil company headquartered in the Houston area, and at the time of this story I was forty years old and preparing for a one-year consulting assignment at one of our affiliates near Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. My wife Joan and our two children weren’t happy that I would be away from home for that long, but they also understood that this was a great opportunity for me to enhance my wor...