I have always been interested in trying anal sex, but my wife has never been keen to the idea. When we first got married, we tried once, but she complained, the pain was too much. So for the last 18 years I have left her butt alone. Until recently that is. She had a hysterectomy 2 months ago, we are just getting back into the swing of sex again. Since the surgery we have had to use a lot of lubrication, which got me to thinking about taking what has never been given to me. She really enjoys doggie style which should work for my endeavor if I can control…

It was cold in my room when he walked in. I didn’t even lift my eyes from where they rested, staring out my window, nor turn to face him. “You shouldn’t be here.” It went without saying, so why did I even bother? Because someone should say it. When we looked back on this, it might make us both feel better that someone had the courage to say it. I know it is a dream. On some level, I always know. But it’s a fleeting thought and gone in a moment. It isn’t the first time we’ve crossed into one another’s minds, regardless of how far apart we’ve become. But…

Sitting at my desk, my clit started throbbing wildly. As my hand worked it’s way under the waistband of my black silk panties, I knew why. He had been on my mind all day. He was like no other man I had ever met in my life. With past experiences, as few as they were, I was never allowed to explore avenues I wanted to go down or openly voice what I wanted to do or have done to me. But, this man was a gem. It seemed he knew what I desired most, and played to my every want and need. Not only was he skilled, but he was…

As many men in my position (married with small children) have found – sex eventually takes a back seat to just about everything. But don’t despair there is Good News! This does not have to be the way anymore, and I’m happy to say that sexlessness isn’t the way for Courtney (my wife) or me any longer. Courtney is a very pretty Puerto Rican and Irish girl who; I have found out, loves to be a very dirty girl. She is 5’4”, 120 lbs. with a perfect ass and exceptional tits. (They’re only an A cup but they are absolutely perfectly shaped with soft pink nipples that harden like pencil…

It was my birthday. I spent half the afternoon getting ready, not because there was that much to do, but because I find the process relaxing. Shaving my legs, my bikini line, the innermost creases of my thighs, and the delicate skin around my most special parts, moisturizing, and meticulously applying makeup, though nothing too slutty. Anyone can fuck a slut, and anyone can say ‘yes’, but I’m not anyone, and my lover, David, knows that. I wore a green A-line dress that hit me just above the knee and threw a black cardigan over my shoulder in case it got chilly. I carried a shiny silver clutch and wore…

Jennifer knew she was fat. With a heavy sigh, she sat on the edge of the immaculate porcelain bath in her richly decorated master bathroom. Completely nude, she smeared herself with baby oil, her alabaster white, perfect skin taking on a shiny, mirror-like reflection. The fact she needed a bottle for her massive breasts alone made her smile, as she knew her size was an attraction. Jennifer liked her big tummy and huge round ass. Coupled with her tits, she knew she looked like a round ball. She smiled to herself as she touched herself all over, but this little round ball knows how to use her fat, she thought.…

She sat, curled up in the big, comfortable leather chair closest to the fire. The latter was roaring and warm, so loud she didn’t hear the door open or the jangle of his keys as he laid them on the small table in the foyer. She also didn’t attribute the rosy glow on her cheeks to anything other than the heat given off by that fire. So when she looked up after having felt a cool draft of air, she nearly fainted in shock to see him standing there. How long had he been there? Had he seen what she was reading? How could she play this off? She made…

I believe in getting the milk without buying the cow. I also believe that said ‘cow’ should only be grazing in my field — if you know what I mean. I had dated Amy for about 6 months before I moved her in with me so I could milk her whenever I felt like it (or rather, have her milk me. Either way, you get the point). Amy had the reputation as a freak, and she lived up to every story I had ever heard about her. I probably would have cared if I wanted to marry the girl, but I didn’t, I just wanted to fuck her. And fuck…

I am afraid I’m being positively pitiful. Air travel has always bothered me. Today should not impose too much on my petulant aversion to flying as it should only be a ten-hour flight. Hardly the epic trek that Heathrow direct to Sydney was. Twenty-two hours, imagine it. Carrie had been in a foul mood as well. In preparation for today’s flight, I’ve swallowed two Phenergan, charged my phone and the little battery thing that I can recharge it from. I’ve also prepared a number of spotify playlists and downloaded some good e-books. Despite the Phenergan, I still struggle with nerves. Once the plane is at cruising altitude, I’m fine. The…

Something Monica loved to do a few times a week, when she could, was to go canoeing on the lake adjacent to campus. That was one reason she decided to go to college here, because the campus was located on a large lake, a lake big enough to canoe on for hours on end. She usually canoed alone. She enjoyed the serenity of being by herself out in the middle of the big, tranquil lake, gliding along silently across the smooth waters. She’d usually go in the late afternoon after her last class and only bring the canoe back when it started to get dark. Monica grew up in the…