Chloe was a busy freelance journalist, in her early forties. She was working at home, late afternoon, on her laptop on the kitchen table when her school teacher friend Emily dropped by. Chloe was pleased to have a break from the complex article that she was writing. It was about swingers’ clubs in her medium-sized city. She had particularly enjoyed doing the field-work for this assignment - it was a good excuse to have a...

With the loving Cynthia and I have been enjoying, in and out of bed, it was hard as hell to go to work on the last day of the year. But, to ease the pain, I know Cynthia is going to her OB today and I will look busy for eight hours. I was getting worried. Cynthia said she would call me from the doctor’s office. It was after one and still no call. Nancy came in with the coffee pot. The lady has radar, I’m sure of it. “Are...

*CRACK* The cue ball strikes the one ball a few millimeters left of center, scattering the tightly-packed triangle of colored spheres in all directions. Alicia’s clipped-up strawberry-blonde bobbed hair, as well as the C-cup breasts cradled in her low-cut, cap-sleeved top, bounce in sync with the two slight hops of the cue ball. Her follow-through has the tip of the cue hovering above the center of the table as the cue ba...

Lucy and Matt had been living together in London for a few months. They had met at a bar in Lisbon. Lucy, late thirties, was from somewhere near Toronto. Matt was a slightly older over-sexed Australian. After some wonderful bantering over a couple of drinks, they had adjourned from the bar, having established a certain sexual and intellectual compatibility, and spent the weekend in bed. They rapidly became inseparable. Fo...

When we arrived in Niharika’s bedroom, she released my hand, bypassing the light switch and instead flicking on the lamp in the corner. Her thumbs skittered over her lit-up phone display for a few seconds, after which I noticed something that looked like a playlist on the screen, but not in English. Some very Eastern-sounding music poured out of the little Bluetooth speaker on her dresser, and she tapped the screen a few...

Morning came, and Jeff was awakened by the smell of coffee brewing. He pulled on his briefs and followed the intoxicating aroma. When he got to the kitchen, Valerie was quietly arranging the table. Which may not seem like much, but she was only wearing her panties and tennis shoes. When she would bend over the table to place a knife or anything else, her full breasts would swing back and forth to her motions. “Good mornin...

As I spoke to her I took the lube and applied a good amount to the slim cock dildo. When I saw she was ready, I pointed the tip at her little pucker, and with an "Okay slut here we go." I slowly began to work the dildo into her tight asshole. At first, she resisted a bit–it was a natural reaction and I expected it. "Relax my little slut. Just let it happen," I coached. "Yes, Master." She tried to put it out of her mind so...

I knew I would be in trouble, but I just couldn't help myself. Oh, let me back up a bit.Chatting in bed one night, Dave and I got into a discussion about sex toys. He knew I didn't have any good enough to provide me with real satisfaction so he decided to buy me a few from internet sites. Of course, he wanted toys he would be able to use when he came to visit me. He looked for a dildo that was of similar size to his very...