Blimey. We had only been home a couple of weeks, and I had already broken two of our golden rules. “Eddie, do you think there are many calories in sperm?” He jolted slightly, obviously surprised by the question. “Why?” “Well, I was thinking, we’ve swallowed quite a bit of it over the last couple of weeks.” He chuckled before answering. “Putting on some weight, my love?” “No, I’m not!” I said, raising my head off his chest...

Liz, a high school senior, felt the warmth of the August evening cling to her skin as she approached the house with her friend, Mary. The music thumped from within, a muffled bass line that seemed to resonate in her very bones. The party was already in full swing, and a sea of college kids spilled out onto the lawn, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the quiet streets of their suburban neighborhood. Liz's hear...

"Ssshhhhhh, you're going to get us busted." Her hand is clasped over my mouth I lick and suck her fingers greedily I'm about to bust Her other hand is on my clit Flicking, tickling, teasing Our friend lay sleeping nearby Clueless to our escapade I fondle soft breasts and suck hard nipples She slips into my depth and I am lost No one has touched me like this before I suck and bite her hand to keep quiet I catch her smirkin...

I woke up horny as fuck thinking about how Paul had chosen me to be his girl yesterday. He already had a wife, but I was the girl he had picked to start a mutually beneficial relationship of sorts. The kind where I provided an exclusive service and he rewarded me generously. I was new at this arrangement, but not new at sex. As a young college girl, I was used to fooling around, but never thought anyone would pay to play....

I'd stayed late at the Université de Montréal to research and do some study group work. It was now time to go home. Before I left, I knew my bladder was filling, but I’ve always been a bit of a camel, having learned my lesson with the nuns in grade school. I hopped the 51 bus to Métro Laurier (the longest leg of my commute), down the stairs to the tracks, travelled one stop to Metro Mont-Royal, and back up the stairs to s...

We put some jazzy music on. I went at it slowly, touching myself over my clothes. Undoing buttons and zippers. Sneaking a hand onto my skin. Closing my eyes. Lifting my hair. Face flushing. Rotating. Gyrating. He was very patient and stayed seated, his fists tightening as the bulge in his jeans grew. When I was naked, he told me, "Touch yourself." "Turn." "Look over your shoulder." "Bend." It was all new, wildly erotic. H...

I arrived back in England in the last week of August. My mates had given up our Brooklands Close flat, and two of them (Brian and Phil) said I could sleep on the settee in the lounge of their new flat for the week before I left for Venice. In addition to all the gear I had stored at Brian's, my Mini was parked outside. So when I awoke the first morning, I set to servicing it to get it running again. I first had to buy a n...

“Who is that?” Eddie clicked the mute. “That’s Clive. You’ve met him before.” “Not him. Her, the nerdy one?” “Who?” For fucks sake, Eddie, you know exactly who I mean! Of course, I couldn’t say the very pretty one, with the dark curly hair, who was beaming a beautiful smile into her camera. “Her, with the glasses, and too much lipstick.” “Oh, that is Ellie.” So that is Ellie, is it? I poured a fresh mug of coffee and, sti...

After swinging, I tell Sir, “I feel like a whore.” “Whores get paid.” Seeing I’m not amused, he adds, “But seriously, I was so fucking proud of you for making that guy bust his nut under three minutes. You could take twenty guys in an hour—more if you gave blowjobs at the same time. You’d make a fortune.” “And you’d be my pimp?” I scoff. “Nah, I’d be your regular, spending my entire salary on you every month.” “Want to pu...