Though no one else was at my house, Wren waited until we were upstairs and inside my room, with the door closed behind us, before she revealed her new purchase. I curiously watched as she reached into her purse to withdraw the sex toy she'd bought. It was her first, and she was quite proud of herself for visiting a local shop and selecting the bullet vibrator. Staring down at the object in her palm, I wasn't exactly impre...

This is my first attempt at writing a story on a web site. I recently had an experience that prompted me to look it up online to see if other people had had anything similar or if my experience was unique. My search results led me to this website, and I was happy to see that I am not alone. I work as a locum chemist and primarily attend one pharmacy, though I do occasionally assist others. My experience relates to my regu...

It’s a guilty pleasure knowing that the words flowing out of my mind, through my fingers, and onto the screen produce a certain titillation that keeps readers coming back for more. That feeling of turning a person on with my decadent imagination is powerfully heady (pun intended). The immensely gratifying feeling of satisfying others’ carnal needs is not lost on me. One doesn’t need to demonstrate the most advanced writin...

“Uh…” Peter was at a loss for words. The woman lying next to him looked him dead in the eyes, waiting for an answer. He had none to give, so she took the phone from him and scrolled through his messages. He could do nothing but watch her and wait, casting his head down and preparing himself for whatever punishment she had in store for him. “This is your friend from college?” “Yeah,” he nodded, feeling like he wanted to cr...

Lillian was in the bedroom while her husband was in the living room. Her phone beeped and she reached for it, excited. 'How are you, babe?' It was a text from her husband, but it was not meant for her. It was meant for his mistress. A couple of weeks ago, she created a fake name and Facebook profile to flirt with her husband. She wanted to see if he would take the bait. She sent him various sultry photos and he eagerly re...

I press the buzzer to your building. Those seconds before the door opens feel like forever! I climb the stairs to the first floor and as I walk to your door I hear the catch opening. You open the door wearing a black T-shirt and shorts, you say nothing as I walk in, just put your arm around my waist and pull me to you, your lips finding mine. I can feel your hard cock against me and I reach down to rub it through your sho...

The rest of the family were out for the evening so I decided to play with myself for a while. I first put on my cock ring and then returned to the TV room for a little privacy but also for the feeling of doing something I shouldn’t be doing anywhere but the bedroom. I put something on the TV for background noise, in case someone came home early or unexpectedly, and I started reading some erotic stories. I started to get h...

Part 1: A Friendship Found?   She stood facing the fire wrapped in a bath towel. They had just finished bathing and she was warming herself, pondering the future. A few minutes later he followed wearing his bathrobe. As he stepped into the lounge her towel slipped revealing her unblemished nakedness silhouetted in the dancing flames. Even in middle age, she retained her gymnastic body with amazingly firm 42D breasts. Ever...

My wet satin panties. My pussy, swollen and drooling, I anticipate taking his cock. My pussy now bare, a visceral moan escapes me. Under his body, my hips gyrate, my breath stutters, I arch my back pressing my slick slit to his hard cock. I clutch the sheets, as I undulate feeling the head of his cock piercing my pulsating cunt. He touches me softly, he parts my puffy labia, I feel the heat of his thick shaft penetrate. I...

My name is Jamie Laker, and you may know of my four crime novels. I am twenty-seven years old now, but this story is mainly about Simon Curton from the time we were nineteen, entering the second year at Argoyne Academy of Creative Arts. You will soon see how crucial that timing was. Many of the incidents will be hearsay, adapted from what Simon told me later. Argoyne Academy provided three major areas of study. I took the...