After my husband died, I thought I'd never find love again. I did eventually–from his brother. Our shared grief turned into mutual comfort, fondness… then… lust. The sex fills me with shame, but I can’t stop. Yesterday evening, I had to sit on his lap during a hayride, and he… toyed with me. Even with family nearby. I’m afraid my sixteen-year-old might have seen. “What was Uncle Dave doing with his hand yesterday?” Vaness...

She scratched my back with her long sexy nails that she had painted black. It really hadn’t sunk-in What she wanted to do with that pumpkin. Did I mention my wife’s a witch? Not a bitch, a real-life witch. I cheated on her last year When she found out she said, “You will pay my dear”. A year went by, and I figured, I had nothing to fear, the coast was clear! Never once thought she would shove a pumpkin…in my rear.

She arrives at the Halloween party. Her costume? Body paint. Her smile, wicked. She beckons me over, then disappears behind the curtains. “Happy Halloween,” she whispers, guiding my lips to the beginning of the train track painted on her neck. My tongue takes a ride down her eerie valleys swarming with witches, ghosts, and bats, stopping at the pumpkin on her juicy ass. Its mouth waiting to be stuffed with my treat. I giv...

The only light in the room came from the warm glow of the jack-o-lantern as the lithe figure backed himself against the varnished headboard of his bed. His ankles were already chained, heavy manacles like cold brands on his skin as he fastened his left wrist as well, letting his head tip back against the smooth wood, eyes closing as he breathed in the scents of the empty room: cool, autumn night, warm pumpkin, fire, sex....

At the Samhain Festival, he spotted a curvy redhead dressed in black, her gown exposing her voluptuous breasts. Feeling lucky, he approached from behind, gripping her ass. “Buy you a drink?” Fierce eyes glared at him. “Jeez, loosen up, Pumpkin. Your tits are screaming for attention; I’d be happy to introduce them to my mouth.” In hushed tones, he heard, “Careful, dude, she’s a witch.” “Oh, you’re a witch? Just cast a spel...

  In this poppy field we shared our first kiss and lick.  The chanting of the children in the adjacent cornfield drowned out our mutual pleading.   Months later we parted in the same field. I rationalized my tears as allergies. Another transparent lie she ignored.   I blamed her for our demise. A bigger lie even friends dismissed. I still visit the field, self-torture. I can't eat a poppy seed bun without sobbing and/or m...

Anywhere, anytime. We can they agreed, we can do it however we like.So they fucked in the bedroom, they fucked in the hall, they fucked in the bathroom, and then by the pool.They fucked in the garden, they fucked by the gate, they fucked at the wishing well and then they fucked till it was late.They fucked in the kitchen, they fucked in the lounge, they fucked on the veranda, and then they fucked and ate each other out. T...

Entwined among a mass of sweaty bodies, they were floodlit in neon possibility. She was grinding her ass against him. Timekeeping. He lifted her skirt and rubbed his hardened cock between her thigh gap, threatening entry. The club’s pulse throbbed. It vibrated through muscle and bone. They were completely surrounded, yet all alone. Teeth cut into the glistening skin of her bare neck. She was drenching, soaked through her...