Chapter 1: Introductions The apartment was quiet in the evening hours, a hushed calm settling in after another long workday. Daniel stretched out on the couch, loosening his tie as the TV's flickering glow cast shadows across his chiselled features. He was a successful professional, but tonight all he could think about was the promise of Samantha's return from her business trip. His wife's absence this week had been...cha...

Sprawling, earbuds-nestled, skin-writhing atop flesh-warmed leather. Leaving traces of moisture in my wake to decorate its welcoming caress. Podcast me baby. Whisper sweet entreaties into my receptive, wanting aural canyons. Sibilant s-es slithering seductive, singing sonatas to my supine form. Demanding d's directing digits to delirium. Digits lost amongst juice-slick folds as nailed tips bury themselves cuticle deep in...

She was sleeping softly next to me on the sofa, this sweet nineteen-year-old little nymph named Nina, curled up in a cute fetal position, her head on a pillow, that pillow on me, her lovely face inches away from my cock. She wore only an oversized T-shirt, a bare shoulder coquettishly exposed, and silly colorful socks. It was intriguing me whether she had shorts or even underwear underneath the shirt. It was a mystery I w...

“Ooh, I feel something hard, daddy,” Heather said in a playful shame-shame voice. She was in her oversized T-shirt nightie, sitting on the loveseat, on top of Caledon, her stepdad. “Right…” she wriggled her body into him, “… there.” Heather’s mother Mary was slumped over the sofa, the light of the TV flickering on her sleeping face. Just in case she woke up, Heather also had a blanket covering both her and her stepdad. Th...

It had been twelve hours since she fucked me and I was still feeling the effects. Flashes of her heavenly body riding my lap on the sofa stung my mind at breakfast, amid household minutiae with my wife. I barely listened, head brimming with visions of flung back hair and gasps as I pawed the incredible breasts of a woman I didn't know at her breathless insistence. The recollection had me hardening beneath the forgotten bo...

This was the moment that started it all. Here I was sitting on a stool in my kitchen. I was modestly dressed—tennis shoes, black leggings, little pink tank top cropped up high, no bra. This freckle-faced young man named Eric stood between my legs with his hands gently on my waist. I held his face in my hands. I kissed him slowly. Then I opened my lips and waited to see how he’d kiss me back. His tongue came in too fast, t...

Let me begin these memoirs by telling you that I was adopted when I was three years old by a young couple who couldn't have children of their own. My mom to be was infertile. Three years after adopting me, they adopted twin girls, Rachel and Renee, who were five at the time. Four years after that, a few weeks after my 10 th birthday, “Dad” was killed when he lost control of the twin engine Cessna that he was piloting and...

Happy to make it back home in one piece I turn the heating on, seeing as it was a cold winter's night and the kitchen windows had been left open all evening letting the heat escape. I could see the light snowfall slowly drifting around in the air from the kitchen window, happily watching each snowflake plummet to the ground, melting. A companionable silence had developed on the way back from our drive around. You place yo...

Randy followed me into my small lab and watched as I prepared slides of his prostate fluids, placing one of them on my binocular microscope. As I peered through the eye pieces, I felt Randy’s arms slip around my waist as he pressed his now soft cock against my ass. It was like I was two people—the doctor who was studying her patient’s fluids under the high-power optical microscope and the horny bitch whose ass was grindin...