The name is Ouettecunte: Jane Ouettecunte. A highly distinguished old Saxon name, I am told by my husband. Mine was Bloggs; so you could say I have married into pedigree – and it suits me. Ouettecunte is, of course, the Norman bastardisation: the Wettkunts were a noble Wessex family who curried favour with the invaders and were granted a bishopric in perpetuity in what was then called Wiltshire. So they are terribly respe...

Because of work, I travel a lot, so my wife and I need to be creative when I am away. Cat, my wife, is about 5,7, size 12, 32B and is beautiful and sexy as fuck. I struggle to keep my hands off her when we are together. When I am working away, we always have phone sex; I cum so hard hearing my classy beautiful wife talking dirty to me; I love it; as soon as I know I am working away, it is the first thing I think about. Re...

I want porn with a story full of sexual tension, and longing. I want to hear soft moans and whispered gentle affections. I want eyes of tenderness, care, patience, and emotional connection. I want exploration and adventure among traveling companions. I want the warmth of a slow burning blaze, not the cold flash of neon lights. I want submission without domination, taboo without defilement. I want believable acting, a plau...

When Tyrone woke up, the TV still ran old cartoons; thus, he picked up the remote and clicked it off. It wasn’t like he contributed to the light bill, so better to avoid exacerbating the argument that would follow on that front. The remote switched places in his hand with his mobile, where he saw several missed calls from his father. Dealing with him was something he had no desire to rush, so instead, he opened Instagram...

Long ago, I decided that success in business was much more important than dating or family. My decision paid off in a big way. My startup was a bigger hit than I had dared to dream, and a huge conglomerate offered me an obscene amount of money for it. After I sold my company and retired at the ripe old age of thirty-two, the next day was even more unusual. I woke up at 5:58, two minutes before the alarm. I shaved, showere...

Sitting in the lecture hall, I strained my vision to read the slides on the screen. They were swimming before my eyes, and the light of the screen set off jolts of pain in my throbbing head. I looked away, focusing on the professor. Professor Lopez was a well-known historian and, in fact, one of the reasons I’d applied to this college was to study under him. His were the only lectures I was still going to. They were that...

Looking at porn sites of old amateur grannies, I often wondered how they got those old birds of seventy-plus to pose for pornographic cunt and tits shots? And what was more intriguing, how did they get them to piss, suck cocks, and have anal sex? I supposed money must come into it somewhere. So to find out, I put an ad on Craigslist and Viva Street websites. It read: Professional photographer researching interest in porno...

Part 1: The Foyer Violet stared absently at her coffee. Black. The calming aroma of the small riverside cafe did little to smooth her nerves. She took a sip. Bitter. Usually Violet limited her caffeine intake in the evening, but tonight she would be needing the energy. Across from her, Alice nursed a latte. Extra sugar. "I don't know if I can do this." Violet couldn't tell if she was shaking from anxiety or coffee. "You o...

On a cold November night, I found myself morosely scrolling through pornographic videos. I had made two of them myself, and they’d been moderately successful. In total, four hundred and sixty-five thousand people had seen them which, my calculator told me, was 0.0033125% of the human population. But no other offers of work had come through and I’d started to worry I was done. So why was I morose? Well, it was looking at t...