I am a good girl. I have almost always tried to be a good girl. My father is a strong, certain, proper man who lives to be right with God in all things. I have strived all my life to be that way. But, as I have gotten older and moved away from home I have found that I can only really be a good girl when I’m in the presence of those that are perfect. Or those that think they are perfect. Underneath I am the world’s largest sinner. Ok. That may be an exaggeration. But my point is the same. I love to fuck. There, I said it.…

Prelude This is an edited version of my earlier story by the same name. The main change is that the action is all described in more detail and there’s more of it, which according to the feedback is what most readers want. The story starts a bit slowly, but don’t be put off; there’s plenty of action of all types later. And please resist the temptation to skip the early sections; the scene-setting is a vital part of the story. I’ve trimmed the introduction as much as I can without spoiling the plot – Plot? Yes, there is a plot – it’s not just a series of sex scenes! *…

It all Started the day Jessa got a text: It read I can’t get your beautiful ass out of my mind. Who is this she texted back. It’s Tom I used to work with you. Oh I remember you. I need you baby please he texted to her. What do you mean you need me? She asked him. I want you was his simple reply. Jessa had gone through a lot in the past three years of her life. She had a bad breakup leaving her feeling broken and damaged. She had worked hard and come a long way to finding herself again. Who she wanted to be and what…

In the next few weeks after Louis had received his gift from Nikko, the world had taken on a color that was just a shade better than before. First of all his knee didn’t hurt. Above and beyond having a larger dick, having a knee that “worked” was way cool. The dick, well that was a close second. Louis marveled at it, like a new toy every time he saw it, or touched. And not least of all was Misty. She was like a new penny. The biggest change in the period of time was the “overall” feeling and improvement in their bodies. Not like an instant change, but gradual…

All characters involved in sexual activity are over 18 years of age. * Some guys are strong, with big rippling muscles. Some are athletes, like the guys who captained the football team at high school, then go on to set the record on the rowing machine at the work gym. I am neither, and I’ve always known it. I am, however, clever. It took me a long time to learn and accept that I was never going to be tall, and I was never going to run fast or kick a ball well, but actually being clever didn’t mean being an unpopular geek. For example, I was about 11 when…

Barnes & Noble Here’s what I’d like to have happen some day at the bookstore… I was a little tired after the long drive home and decided to stop off at B&N for a coffee and to stretch my legs. It was a bit on the cool side, I walked in quickly and went to the bathroom. Every time I went in there I thought of how nice that handicapped stall would be for a quickie and smiled to myself. Like THAT’S ever going to happen..but it’s a nice little fantasy just the same. I finished up and washed my hands. Still thinking about getting it on, lost in my…

***Part 2 of 3 *** Carrie’s amazing blowjob and my subsequent eruption of semen down her hungry throat hadn’t done anything to decrease my hardon, or her horniness for that matter. I’m not a guy who’s opposed to going down and getting my tongue on a pussy, especially when it’s shaved. It was obvious she was prepared for some action when we met because I could tell she’d shaved recently. Smooth with her pussy lips glistening with her juices after she’d given me the best blowjob I’d had in years. “Oh God, lick my clit! Mmmmmmm that feels so good you have no idea”, she panted as I flicked my…

Angela sat at the table, alone and miserable. It had been a miserable evening so far and the likelihood remained that it would stay like this for the rest of the night. She felt so alone and out of it, sitting alone at a table on a hot night in France. She knew that she should have been sitting at this table with Jamie, closing her eyes as he kissed her and then dancing with him close, letting his hands explore her body in public and then, later on, letting him undress her slowly in private. But that would never happen again. Not since she had walked in on Jamie…

He was fifteen minutes late she thought to herself as she looked at her watch. All I want to do is go home and relax, where is he? I’ll give him five more minutes and then I am calling cab. Just then a motorcycle pulls into the parking lot. Nice bike, maybe I’ll ask him for a ride home she thought. The man on the bike pulls up in front of her, stops, grabs an extra helmet from behind him and hands it to her. She instinctively reaches for the helmet, pauses in midair, shakes her head and says, “Sorry! I am waiting for my man.” “It’s me babe! Hop…

I am returning to New York City following a business trip to Cairo. I was sent there to troubleshoot a computer problem a hotel was having with their new reservations system. Fortunately for me, I was able to resolve their issue in a day. This is the third time this month that I have had to travel overseas to handle a client’s problem, and frankly, I’m tired. I know, overseas travel for work seems glamorous at first, but after you do it a few times, the novelty wears off quickly. I think my boss can tell I’m getting tired of the travel, that’s why the company sprung for a return…