It had been a very long day shooting down on the Via Montenapoleone, with onlookers and cars driving by as she wore her clothesline for a local magazine article. The street noise had been ear-splitting throughout the shoot, so all Bella wanted was to clean up, grab her favorite cup of tea, and relax with a good book. She turned the heat up as soon as she walked in the door; it was the fifth time that week she had to do th...

It was exactly one year after the start of this story and, on the surface, things seem very much the same as last year. Chan and I were riding in the back of the same car, Mom and Dad were still up front, and we were heading to the resort once again. That would be just about the end of the similarities with last year. Chan and I had silenced our phones as we fired text messages back and forth rapidly. Even though neither...

As I stepped into my apartment after work, the echoes of the day's events banged around in my mind. Summer's playful banter and actions all morning, and the lunchtime encounter that left me both bewildered and exhilarated—it all swirled in my head like a turbulent whirlwind. My thoughts circled back to that moment in the bathroom, where Summer had caught me jerking off, my hand wrapped around my aching cock. The memory se...

Gina had talked me into my first tattoo, a small honu just above my right ankle. Todd, her tattoo artist, was of Polynesian descent, Hawaiian and Samoan, and the honu, or sea turtle symbol, stylized in black ink, was one of his specialties. I’d loved it, and when Gina went back a few weeks later for what would be her fifth tattoo, I let them talk me into my second. This time, he did a bumblebee, shaded to look three-dimen...

As I watched my wife, Anne, and George drive away, I was experiencing mixed feelings of extreme arousal and jealousy. It aroused me to imagine my wife taking George's thick, black cock into her well-used but still tight little pussy. At the same time, I was a little jealous out of concern that George might woo my wife away from me. That had not happened with any of her other lovers, and I had to remind myself that my wife...

“I can totally see your bra through that shirt.” “I know, that’s why I had to wear one. This blouse is a little gauzier than I thought.” It was holiday red, and low-cut, but more sheer than it had appeared in the store’s lighting. Coupled with my short, black skirt with gold metallic highlights, a small Poinsettia pin, and my black Jimmy Choos with their four-inch heels, it made a perfect Christmas party ensemble. It also...

This is the first of four stories describing some adventures my wife, Sue, and I had with our neighbors, Paul and Linda. I'll begin by describing my wife, Sue, and myself. Sue is about 5'4" and 120 lbs., with straight shoulder length light red hair, a great set of almost C-cup tits, with nipples that stand out about a half-inch from her tits, and a well-shaped ass and legs. The most distinctive thing about her is her neat...

Topless, Zoe fondled husband Rob’s thick cock. They sipped their Martinis. After a frantic week at their busy workplaces this was the regular Friday night wind-down ritual. Ditto the intense sex that followed. The sexual routine was always the same. Why change a successful formula? A tap at the door, and next-door neighbour Mike arrived, wearing just a black tee-shirt, huge dribbling dick pointing skywards. Rob zipped up....

I couldn’t decide if Mark was unfriendly or merely shy, but after he hired me, we barely spoke, only enough for him to teach me what I needed to do and assign tasks. I’d felt like I made him nervous, despite him being much older than me, and it always seemed like he was walking on eggshells when I was nearby. Being something of an extrovert myself – and growing up around four brothers and their friends – I had a fairly qu...