Waking up naturally is a delicious thing. Waking up naturally in a cozy bed after a good fuck to the smell of fresh pancakes and a faint whiff of barbecue is pretty close to heaven. It felt as if we must have been asleep for at least ten hours, so I rolled over and reached for Conner. His side of the bed was empty, but still just as warm as the sheets beneath me. While I was still stretching, rubbing my eyes, and luxuriat...

K and B had always embraced adventure in their relationship. Newly married and deeply in love, they found themselves exploring their desires with a sense of openness and trust that only strengthened their bond. On a warm summer night, they visited K's parents' home for a weekend getaway. Despite the house's location just off a busy main road, the house was quiet. Her parents were asleep in their room down the corridor, bl...

MALE’S P.O.V~  A slap swung my imagination, a jolt passing through my veins. “You look good this way.” She whispered and spat in my face, causing me to flinch from sudden degradation. The saliva was spread across my face, and my skin was sticky because of it. I felt pushed further into a feeling called shame. Every action she performed was to remind me of where I stand. My mouth was then dragged onto her wetness, sending...

I moved one of my hands to her clit and began to rub while my other fingers pulled on one of her nipples. She was moaning so loudly I couldn’t even hear myself think. I reached down and tore my wet thong off my body and shoved it into her mouth. I watched as she sucked on it between muffled moans. “Can you feel me stretching your pussy, little girl?” At this point, she’d lost the power of speech and only garbled moans cou...

"Miss me, Cucky." I jumped into action from where I was curled up, chained by the front door. "Good, that's it, kiss those feet. Your goddess has had a busy night, and they have left a present for you; time to clean your Goddess." I leaned in, hit with the scent of her musky pussy and the cum leaking down the inside of her leg. The taste didn't both me now, I'd cleaned so many people's cum out of her. "That's it, clean ev...

Bare. Blushed. Buzzing from every stroke of her firm grip on my aching cock. Sat behind me, the fingertip graze against my glans casts spells up my spine and out to my curled toes, blurring my vision, furrowing my brow. Spells strengthened by the magic of having my hole stretched with a strap-on. Pronounced veins and deliberate ridges punctuated by the jiggle of the wearer’s breasts as they fuck me into oblivion. It’s lus...

“C'mon, Chris, let's go to the bedroom. And don't forget to grab the bottle of wine and the glasses.” I took Liz’s hand and we made our way into the house while carrying our bathrobes. It felt so avant-garde walking naked beside my best friend with my husband in tow. The whole situation seemed very surreal, and I was struggling to make sense of it. Two months ago, Chris and I agreed to change our marriage and he consented...

As the next activity was my choice, I told the girls that we tie Greg down and they could give him the full treatment and see how much more he can shoot to give Toni what she loves. The girls, however still wanted to be in charge. “Greg, you are not smooth enough. When was the last time you shaved?” asked Anna. From my earlier shave, I knew they meant that Anna and Toni wanted Greg’s cock and balls to be smooth and hairle...

I awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Is Chris cooking? I looked over at the bedside clock, I had slept until just a little past noon. Slowly, as I began to wake up in earnest, the previous evening's activities flooded into my mind. The restraints, my dominatrix outfit, our extreme face-sitting session, and Chris licking his semen from my pussy. Looking back, the events of the previous...

Sunday morning, Cathy went to church as usual. Well, not entirely as usual. She had showered and dressed in her sober Sunday clothes, but Rex teased her pussy mercilessly throughout breakfast so that, when she left for church, her panties were soaked and the smell of ripe pussy quite overwhelmed her conservative cologne. I had slept exceedingly well that night, unlike the night before. The all-night fuck-fest going on in...

I stood in my bedroom, naked, except for the black leather harness I wore. Secured by that harness was a six-inch-long dildo, also black. It was definitely phallic in appearance, but not quite lifelike. Still, sporting it had a curiously arousing effect on me. Only a week ago, Dylan had fucked my ass. Now, he wanted me to fuck his. Was I nervous? Absolutely. Even more nervous than I'd been before having anal sex for the f...

With a gentle tug, I too was guided forward, crawling a bit forward until I felt the dildo slip from my ass, leaving me feeling that familiar empty sensation. In addition to having been allowed orgasm, my victory in this challenge seemed to put me above Jess in a sissy hierarchy. I was told to lie down on my back. “Jess,” Martin commanded, “use your mouth and tongue to clean up Crissy as best you can, then slurp up the li...

The past is not a foreign country, as Hartley had it, but something visceral, real, and alive in us all. Our past permeates the deepest reaches of our subconscious minds, shaping our responses, informing our attitudes, and influencing our relationships, often in ways we do not realise and can barely comprehend. For those with a virtuous past, the rewards are paid down over time. To them comes restful sleep, trusting, fulf...