Swedish Stories

Inga arrived home happy about the way the night went. She finally had a chance to have a decent conversation with Walter about something other than work. She was able to enjoy his beautiful smile and sexy voice in a relaxing atmosphere. The fact that he wanted to have lunch with her and learn about her homeland, turned her on more. Inga hopped in the shower with a big smile. Inga drifted into dreamland with the image of W...

"Små grodorna, är lustiga att se…" There is something surreal about pretending to be a little frog, hopping around a phallic maypole during Swedish Midsummer. "The celebration is all about fertility," Maria giggled to herself as she hopped, combining her knowledge of Swedish history and biology from the folkhogskola where she was studying abroad for the summer. "When frogs mate, one frog clasps the other in an embrace cal...

A few weeks after my stepson Shane began using my holes every chance he got, I was completely addicted to his BBC. Unfortunately, he had been away now for a fortnight and I was now desperate to get railed by him again. His dad’s cock was just as big but it was something with being used by his son that was just even better. I wasn’t sure why he’d not been home and I didn’t dare ask in case it was suspicious. Instead, I too...

Emma was bored. Damn bored! She was sixteen years old, in her first year of upper secondary school and this spring semester could not get any worse. It was Tuesday the fifth of May 2020 and for almost two months now she had been in isolation. That’s two months without her friends and two months without sex. She was seriously getting fed up with it. She sat and stared at her computer screen and tried to keep up with the hi...

She was already in the cabin. He had just arrived at the wonderful location she had chosen. He could smell the pine trees, that sweet, sticky essence, with a hint of burning logs in the background. A coating of fairy dust snow covered the trees, and underfoot his feet crunched on the layer of fresh snow that had almost a frozen crust. Deep in a Swedish forest, miles from anywhere, was a small clearing with a wonderful log...

The time had come. Punchline and I had waited a year since our summer trips of ’09 to get back on an airplane, ditch the uncharacteristically cloudy California summer, and fly to the land of green landscape, midnight sun, no religion, expensive beers, and beautiful women: Scandinavia.Denmark We arrived in Copenhagen on a Wednesday afternoon, tired and grimy from fourteen hours of flying. We’d each slept no more than two h...