Sinfully sweet, liquid and decadent, the chocolate body paint was trailed languorously over her breasts, down her stomach. He paid particular attention to her nipples, stroking it on with the soft-bristled brush, licking it off. Now over her delicate labia, painting it over her folds and sensitive clit, teasing with light strokes, before lapping and sucking her into a pool of writhing, screaming ecstasy. Proudly, he surve...

Over the Summer and into the Fall, things were going along normally at home. No surprises. And no sex. My wife Cheryl wasn’t exactly cold toward me, and we did and do get along fine for the most part, among friends and family and running the household, but the sexual intimacy just hadn’t been there for a while. I made it a point not to give up, to let her know that I was still interested, but my attempts fell short becaus...

We were waiting outside Professor Anderson’s room for a seminar on “Eighteenth-Century Romantic Literature” when Amy arrived, smirking. Her t-shirt was splattered all over with a creamy substance that was clearly semen. “Fuck, Amy,” said Jane, “You’ve been having fun.” “Well, I was giving him a hand-job and taking a pic on my phone, and he came sooner than I was expecting, so it went all down my front. And there wasn’t ti...

My eyes pop open when he shifts and sighs under me. Raising my cheek from his sticky chest, I peer at the clock. Barely thirty minutes have passed since we laid down for a nap after work, twenty or so since my spit-slicked hands caressed his cock to a spurting and gushing orgasm. I’m lying tits-down in the crusting mess, but it feels more sensually erotic than nasty. He pushes me off his chest, onto my side, and turns to...

Shortly after arriving home from work and changing into my comfy cotton pants and t-shirt, I hear the unmistakable sound of the garage door opening. He’s home! A minute later, the garage closes and I hear the inner door clunk shut. I meet him in the living room as he sets his computer bag and phone down. While we share some small talk, he re-iterates his desire to lie down to rest for a few minutes before dinner, as he ha...

“Watch it! Seeds are going everywhere!” “Can’t help it, pumpkin’s so full!” “Take that good shirt off.” “Surprise!” Her dropping shirt revealed her naked body. I stripped too. The carving continued. My eyes were drawn to the allure of her sensual body. “What a mess you are!” I sealed my mouth over her left nipple while my hand tugged pulp off her right nipple. The sensation caused her flapping hands to fling seeds and pul...

Nothing ever happens in Koda XI. Not since the lights were blasted from the stratosphere a month ago in the final push back, ending the decade-long war between our planet Xendri and The Outsiders. But us soldiers lucky enough to survive have remained abandoned, awaiting orders from our rusted outposts to return home. "We ate better as grunts," Niko says, sighing as he rests his weary head against the wall. "I haven't seen...

Sonja led me and her husband Donovan into what must have been the guest bedroom, which was dark until she clicked on the desk lamp, adjusting it to a low setting. She sat beside the bed in a chair and set my bucket on the dresser, watching, expressionless, as I unbuttoned Donovan's shirt slowly, kissing his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my breasts into his wonderful bare muscular chest as his shirt fell,...

Okay, it’s true; I like big cocks. I’m not ashamed to admit it, and I certainly won’t turn down a smaller one based on size alone, especially if its owner is a nice, sexy guy. But big ones are arousing, visually appealing, fun to play with, and oh so very useful… if the guy it’s attached to has any clue what he’s doing. I’m a lucky girl because my husband has a big cock and he knows what he’s doing. I didn’t marry him for...

We had chatted to Mike and Helen many times at one of our clubs, but never before had we played with the two of them. Mike and Helen are a beautiful black couple, similar ages to Jaq and myself. We had chatted on previous occasions but had never really got to know them that well.  It was a Friday evening, and the club was very quiet, with only five couples dotted around the bar. Three of the couples were always together a...