All people in this story are at least 18 years of age. * My wife Tina was a virgin when we met. Since then, she’s become quite the little sexual dynamo. One night, I put one of the pornos we’d rented in the player and we cuddled on our sleeper sofa to watch. I was wearing boxers; Tina was wearing a pair of sheer panties and one of my old XXL-sized T-shirts. I’d lost a lot of weight over the past few years. The shirts were big on me before; with the weight loss, they were huge on me. I didn’t wear them at all anymore. On Tina’s much smaller…

An invitation to have dinner with Arnold was a most coveted thing among a certain social set. Namely the well-to-do who had tired of the same-old, same-old dinners and parties and wanted something exciting and sexy. Arnold and his wife Griselda had pulled such a thing off to everyone’s amazement and delight. Refining formal dining and sex at the same time. Arnold’s mansion had a formal dining room with a long table that could accommodate fourteen. Arnold would take the seat at one end and Griselda at the other. There were six chairs along each side facing one another. The chairs were unique in one respect and that was that…

*all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental* After a long day at work it was finally good to be home! She tosses her keys on the table next to the mail and lays the purse on the sofa. Moving across the living room she reaches the lamp on the side table, bending over to flip the switch at the base. When the light refuses to turn on at her touch, she idly bites her lower lip and steps back to examine the obstinate lamp. “Oh come on! Stupid light bulb” she mutters to herself as she moves…

Rolling out of bed, Melissa could only hear the sounds of her husbands’ snores. This has become routine for Eric; Come home, eat, watch TV or play video games, then have 5mins of sex… enough time for him to get off and then fall asleep. the same routine, the same positions, same words over and over, day in and day out, with the same outcome Eric asleep and Melissa unfulfilled and frustrated. Walking into the bathroom, Melissa removes her robe; revealing a petite framed olive complexion, extenuated by 32c breasts, with light pink nipples, and a shade darker pink areolas, her 5″2′ frame also held the sexual tension of some…

Hi. My name is Tina. This story is a rough approximation of a learning experience I had when I was 18 years old. I am now 41 years old and have been married to my current husband since I was 28. It’s a fun story and very different that my previous two. To set the stage, I need to explain that I came from a very strict, religious family. Well, at least my mother was. My father pretty much went along with her on most decisions and as I learned later, he never agreed much but she was a tyrant. I did not date in high school. I did not…

I have been recounting two close yet very seperate periods in my life in these stories. One, at the end of high school and that summer leading up to college, takes place at the end of the 70s. The other is a few years into college, in the early 80s. The former was a time of finding myself, sexually, and included a remarkable amount of straight lovemaking with willing neighbor girls and various schoolmates and relatives, and an incredible number of bi oral encounters with neighbor boys and schoolmates and relatives, in my barn and my neighbor Donny’s barn. Donny and I grew up 69ing each other all the time,…

Thanks to Iris_Untangled for editing. You’re amazing! ***** That Friday night, Amber picked me up at my place. As soon as I laid eyes on her, I was a goner; my cock was an iron bar before I had even said hello. She wore a short, black dress, sleeveless with a sultry open back, and black suede lace-up heels. My god, she looked hot! Although she was a bit early, she insisted on leaving immediately. “I’ve made arrangements for everything on your wish list except for one thing,” she said as we drove off. “But since we’ve got some time to spare, there might be a way yet…” “I have…

She wakes up before her alarm, as usual. Her pussy is wet…as usual. He texts her. “Good morning, luscious.” She smiles and feels herself tighten, just at the sight of his name in her phone. “Good morning, Daddy. I woke up with a soaking pussy.” She teases her fingers along her pussy lips to feel that wetness, to spread it. She can smell her needy cunt beneath the bed sheets. “Cum for me. Right now. Show me when you’re done.” She reads the text and bites her lip with a grin. He’s never made her cum first thing in the morning, but she does. Hard. Pulsing. Twitching. Whimpering. She snaps…

Part One: Anticipation James sat down at his desk after a hard days work and pulled up his emails, junking the usual spam mail until only legitimate mail from friends and family remained. Scanning the few that were left, he grinned and felt his organ twitch as his eyes lingered on a familiar name: Lulu. James knew that wasn’t her real name but he preferred it to Ming-Na as he felt it gave their friendship a hidden quality that he found arousing. He’d been exchanging emails with her for about two years now (had it really been that long?) after searching on his messenger for a like-minded woman he could…

Thanks for reading! I can tell I have a few consistent followers and that makes me smile! Your ratings and constructive comments are appreciated. Enjoy! ***** Laurel was depressed. Jennifer was depressed. Margaret was depressed. Even Cyd and Kat seemed a little less loud and obnoxious than usual. The first week of the New Year was one of the worst the family could remember. Laurel sat at her desk in the library staring blankly at the screen in front of her not really thinking about anything when she was startled by a knock at the door. “Come in,” she called. The door creaked open and Brittney stood in the doorway.…