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So here I am. Single again after an acrimonious divorce where my wife got more than her fair share of the money. But I ve got custody of our boy so fuck her she s welcome to the cash.

I had bummed around for a few months getting used to being by myself again discovering new little routines and pleasures as I rebuilt a life for myself and recently began going out again. I d not dated anyone since the divorce went through - trying to deal with the stress of that being a single dad keeping my own business afloat etc left precious little time for dating.

But tonight broke the routine. I d arranged for a daughter of a neighbour to look after Daniel my boy. Samantha was young eighteen just starting university pretty but very quiet. I think living with just her dad (her mum had died some years before in a car crash) had left her a bit submissive but that meant she was solid and reliable when it came to babysitting. So I left her in charge of Daniel as she d done a few times before and set off to meet the boys in town.

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And that was where I met Angela. She was hot if a little older than most people would consider for a sexy woman. But you know how it is some women have just got it. I (more…)

There was this blond woman who worked in my office Jennifer. She was small five-two but with proportionately curvy C-cup tits a solid little ass and shapely legs that could run a seven-minute-mile. She was five years younger than me just 25 and while she didn t work directly for me she was under me apparently in more ways than one.

I d often admired her from afar. She was very blond so I d imagine burying my face in her fair-haired cunt lapping at her wet pussy. Whenever she walked by my office she always flashed light blue eyes at me sometimes with a hi others without words but with plenty of feeling. She had a boyfriend I had a girlfriend I never thought anything serious would happen between us but that didn t keep me from fantasizing.

One day I was in unusually early because of a conference call to Eastern Europe which I found out (upon arrival) had been cancelled. I grumbled to myself as I opened my email and saw my most recent message was from Jennifer. She was back in the office as of that morning. She d been gone on vacation I hadn t seen her in more than a week. I thought of her bronzed body speculating on whether she d have any tan lines or not underneath what I saw her in at work. Then I felt someone s presence (more…)

My name s Ben and here s my story.

I had known Harry since freshman year in college and while I knew he was gay he never made a pass at me. I m still not sure how I feel about that. I think I m a good-looking guy: six feet 205 brown curly hair and blue eyes. I ve always pulled my share of chicks and have never had any problem with finding a date. But there was something about Harry that captivated me. Maybe it was his easy manner or his athletic prowess that caught me. Whatever it was I was hooked. I tried to spend as much time as I could with him without drawing undue attention. I had classes and other pursuits but around dinner time I always ended up in his room hoisting a beer while he showered.

Today he had called before I headed out to my Stagecraft class (more…)

Carrie rushed back from her room and couldn t believe she had been with Jake. She had gotten her ultimate fantasy. With his fresh cum still dripping from her wet pussy she laid across her bed still in awe.

Her fingers draped across her pussy she could feel his cum dripping out of her. This made her horny all over again. She rubbed her shaved pussy making her clit hard once again her nipples were hard through the black satin gown. Her copper red hair lay on her shoulders and down her chest as she lay on the bed.

She dipped her fingers deep within her hot cavern and pulled them out then tasted the liquid left by Jake. Damn he tasted so good! Carrie s fingers went to work on her clit rubbing back and fourth harder and harder as she tried to cum like she had with Jake. She slipped over the edge and ecstasy was hers but once again it was not like it was under Jake s fingers tongue and certainly not like it was with his thick cock buried deep within her.

She remembered the feel of his cock in her mouth the feel of the rim of his head under her tongue. The thought of flicking her tongue over his head over and over drove her crazy. Then taking him deep the hard throbbing shaft in her throat this made her wet all over again. She thought (more…)

I use the word bitch to describe my wife s overall personality and not as an adjective to suggest the occasional mood that she exhibits around the house. Oh she knows that she is a bitch and is most proud of that title.

My wife pretty much rules the household and finds it quite delightful to make me squirm should I show the slightest bit of discomfort in her presence. If I look guilty then I must have done something wrong or I am up to something she is fond of saying. I mostly stay out of her way…especially when she has that certain look in her eye. You know the one when they raise their eyebrow as if to see if they can draw some undisclosed secret that we may keep locked away in the recesses of our brain. It s not unlike a cat playing with a mouse before they consume their tortured prey.

About the only time that I feel as an equal is in the bedroom. When I m allowed to engage in sex.

My wife is a very attractive woman with brownish gold hair and piercing green eyes that can hold a man in a trance. Her body is just as beautiful. She is a slender woman of 5 5 and has perfectly round natural breasts that often seem bent on escaping her 36 C cup. Her bubble gum colored nipples are the perfect (more…)

There are a few things you should know first:

A) He was sensual and creative. I think you can be sensual without being creative but I don t think you can be creative without being sensual. Fortunately for me he was both.

B) He was my intellectual equal something I had not experienced in a long time. I was able to talk to him without explaining myself without clarification of what I meant. It was exciting and challenging.

C) He was older and worldlier. He wasn t a frat boy. He did not have a frat boy mentality. He was interested in me as a person. He saw my large breasts but they were not always his first concern.

D) He knew – and appreciated – that sex starts in the mind. He knew that foreplay is not just kissing and tweaking nipples. Foreplay starts with soft words and stimulating conversations. He was the Master of these things. Before he ever touched my body he made love to my mind.

E) He was worthy of me. I do not say that to sound arrogant or vain. The fact is that I gave up nothing to be with him. I didn t have to explain my jokes he always understood them. I did not have to police my thoughts or actions or speech he was always interested in what I had to say no matter how trivial. (more…)

My wife of five years never fails to surprise me. She is by far the best partner that I could ever hope for. That is both in and out of bed. She is as a great friend and a fantastic lover. Did I mention that she never fails to surprise me? Well this was one of those times.

I had just finished a shower and wandered into the bedroom to find her standing in front of the window with her back to me. Her delicate white panties were pulled down to her knees and she was leaning forward slightly her hands caressing her gorgeous tits. She turned her head over her shoulder and smiled at my momentary shock.

I recovered my senses and watched as her hands gently slid over her body. She was sighing and cooing at the sensation of the soft contact. She cupped her breasts and rubbed her pebble-sized nipples. One hand slipped down her tummy and stroked her glistening pussy. I love her pussy. It is so soft and warm I love the smell the taste and the feel of its hidden depths.

I dropped my towel and quietly walked up behind her. I fought the urge to throw her down and take her then and there. I lightly ran my fingers over her shoulders and down her spine. She shuddered and her nipples grew even harder. I let my hands wander over her smooth flesh. (more…)

As I recall it was 7 years ago almost to the day that I was first initiated into the world of anal sex. Let s just say it was an eye opening experience and is now one of one of my biggest obsessions. I guess in order to explain it I should go back a little bit further in time back when I was younger and more innocent shall we say. When I was around 21 I can remember a boyfriend asking me to masturbate for him and I was so embarrassed that I just wouldn t do it who knows maybe I just wasn t comfortable with it then and well look at me know.

I knew from the first moment I saw him that I wanted to feel him inside me but I never would have guessed at that time that I would eventually crave him deep in my ass. I used to follow him around a little watching creaming my panties and then when I was home alone I would franticly finger my sopping pussy while I fantasized about him fucking me and licking my clit. Eventually I had my chance and one drunken night I jumped all over him and can still remember how wet my pussy was waiting for him to touch it. I was impressed that he went right for the gold and stayed clear of my small breasts and his fingers were good but I wanted so much more. So basically we quickly got down to business fucked for a while which was (more…)

Sometimes I just got to get myself some solace. A respite from life s problems you know? I was walking around the fields being an unemployed farmer whose farm got taken in by some big industrial complex. Just a tall heavyset Black man living in rural Georgia circa 1970. My name is Jack Bradford. I was once a student at the University of Georgia. I played college Football and had dreams of making it into the NFL. My career ended shortly before the NFL Draft. I got injured by some renegade cop dodging his former acolytes in a firefight. What are the odds of that huh?

When my dreams of playing Professional Football ended I returned to the farm where I was born. No shame in being a farmer. I didn t love it and I didn t hate it. It was just a job. A way to make ends meet. Until it got taken away from me. It s times like these which can make a man hate the world. Abraham Stonewall is the name. A native Georgian trying to survive harsh times. I worked on the farm my whole life. Then someday they came and took it away. I hate rich people. They think they own the world. The man who bought the farm was Arnold Harrelson a rich white man from Atlanta. I ended up getting my revenge on him. In more ways than one.

I showed up at his house one night to (more…)

I pull up to the curb around the corner from my apartment. It has been a very long day and more than anything I am glad to be home and am looking forward to a nice long bath some quiet music.

I turn off the car and look out my window before opening the door. For a moment my attention is drawn to the other side of the street. It is only for a moment and I shake my head thinking I have caught myself starting to day dream. Checking for traffic I open my car door and get out.

As I start to close the door again my attention is drawn across the busy street. I don t notice the cars racing by all I see is this man staring intently at me. There is something about his calm cool eyes that has caught me and holding me in place. I try to put a name to the face in that moment before I realize I don t know him. Before I shake myself free and finish closing my door walking around the car to get my stuff.

I feel him still watching as I move to open the door on the far side. Laughing at myself it is surely my imagination as I am not the type to turn anyone s head on the street especially after a long day at work.

I can t help myself but glance up as I open the door reaching in to get my bag. He appears to still have his full (more…)

Addie anchored her naked arms on the edge of the sink with her cute round behind aimed straight up at me. She pushed her feet back just a bit spread her legs and dug in. I m as ready as I can be handsome. Do it.

Okay but I warn you I ve never done this before I responded nervously.

You think I have? she said with a hint of indignity. I looked at her face in the mirror and she stuck out her tongue and winked. I want to feel you in my tight little ASS Shawn Michael Colvin. Do me! Come on! I took the tiny bottle of flavored lube she had brought and plopped a pink glob onto my dick. I rubbed it up and down for a second but had to stop suddenly as I was on a hair trigger. This was my dirtiest fantasy come true. My dream girl was spread out in front of me all soft and willing and quite literally begging me to fuck her butt! In the mirror she smiled and sighed as she heard the squishiness knowing I was almost ready.

I squeezed out another glob and spread her cheeks but the sight of her clean crinkly little hole was too good to pass up. Instead of the lube I leaned down and quickly stuck my face into her ass my tongue lapping circles around her steamy hole. The only smell I could detect was the ripening musk of her pussy (more…)

The rain fell hard and steady that weekend afternoon. My lover Gwen and I had planned to spend the day walking up and down Michigan Avenue checking out the store window displays and perhaps stopping in here and there to make a purchase. After window shopping we would find a café just off the avenue for a bite to eat while we talked and enjoyed each other s company. But the poor weather changed all that. I m not too sad about it though. Instead of being out in public we stayed in and ended up having a very good day.

Gwen is a stunningly beautiful woman. For those of you who care about such things Gwen has very dark skin short kinky hair is rather tall and has a somewhat pear-shaped figure. She s got a lovely face with large eyes that can be soulful mischievous or piercing and luscious full lips firm natural 34-B breasts with nipples the color of black licorice sleek arms with long delicate fingers a taut flat belly wide hips (at least 40 inches) and long legs with tapering thighs and shapely calves. Gwen is a serious amateur dancer and so she has flexibility throughout her body and her arms and legs are very powerful without being bulky. To me she defines femininity.

I on the other hand am a white man more than 6 feet tall rather (more…)

I had known Charlie for a few months we had been introduced at a party and hit it off in quite a big way. She was a short blond girl with a fantastic figure which she showed off to great effect without being trashy. Her best feature however was her cheeky grin which she would flash with devastating effect on anyone of the opposite sex as well as a lot of ladies as well.

After that night we kept in touch via text but never actually met up again until one night we bumped into each other in town. It is worth pointing out that both of us are in relationships and were not out looking for anything but a good laugh. (Little did we both know) That night we talked each other to death and flirted outrageously with each other telling our deepest darkest secrets and fantasies over the course of the evening.

At the end of the night I gave Charlie a hug fully intending that to be the end of it grab a kebab and head home but Charlie had different ideas. Her arms snaked round me and as I leaned forward to give her a plutonic peck on the cheek she kissed me full on the mouth. I was so taken aback I didn t react fast enough and before I knew it I was responding in kind. Our tongues danced around each other like eels in a bucket and my cock sprang to attention (more…)

Ellen and I have been married for almost two years. It was a second marriage for both of us. She has two grown children and I have three. The youngest is 17 stays primarily with his mother and is pretty independent. That gives Ellen and I plenty of alone time.

Before getting married Ellen and I spent a good deal of time discussing what had gone wrong with our previous relationships. The one thing in common was that both marriages had become vanilla bland and stale. We incorporated the words I promise to keep our love fresh and alive…and I promise to never take you for granted… into our marriage vows. A promise that has not been difficult to keep!

That brings me to last Friday.

When I got to work Friday morning I opened my briefcase and found a carefully gift wrapped box a note and of all things a small travel clock. I opened the note.

It read DO NOT OPEN BOX UNTIL EXACTLY 2PM.

I picked up the box and studied it shook it and studied it again. There was no evidence of what lay inside. I really wanted to open it right then but decided to play along. I put it in my desk drawer. The clock I set on the corner of my desk and got busy with the day s duties.

At 2PM the alarm clock rang. (more…)

Steve again I dreamt of you last night.
You came to me and held me naked in your strong arms. You leaned your head against my neck and softly blew delicate kisses against my skin. I shivered as your velvet tongue flicked across my fevered flesh. Your hands moved slowly up my torso caressing my stomach moving upwards to cup my breasts. You flicked your fingers across the tips of my nipples and watched them harden against you re touch searing each one with desire. Then you turned me around so that your glorious erection was nestled within the cleft of my ass. You pressed yourself against me imprinting me with the hard evidence of your want / need.

Laughing you shove me forward onto the bed. I turned over and couldn t breathe when I saw the hot desire in your eyes. I knew you were going to make me beg and plead and I couldn t wait for the torment. My skin tingled as I imagined you lodged within me moving rubbing thrusting deep within me.

You leaned over and grasped my wrists above my head securing them with the restraints attached to the bed. Oh god I was totally at your mercy. I couldn t leave even if I had wanted to. Smiling your wicked grin you trailed your fingers over my quivering body stopping at each sensitive place (more…)