She wanted to fuck me. I’ve always been a very horny person and have spent a lot of time masturbating. We have a great marriage and a great sex life. We have shared many fantasies and I hope it continues. But even though we have this type of relationship I still masturbate when she is not in the mood. A couple of years ago Gabby, my wife, got a little crazy one night and made out with me after she sucked my cock. Which she has done before but this time she still had my cum in her mouth. To both our surprise it was very enjoyable. I asked her…

LaJoria 4:00p.m. Sunday (Big Momma’s house) “Big Momma I really don’t want to talk to him about this, I don’t have nothing to say to him, nothing at all!” I told her, slamming the serving spoon on the table. “Jori you need to do something, cause you can’t do this alone, and I am not going to be here forever to help you. So…” she paused. I continued to mix the cornbread. “Big Momma he’s not ready to be a father, and I’m am not ready to wait for him to sow his wild oats then when he feel like it, come tryin’ to be a daddy!” “I know what…

Shree was introduced to me during a friend’s housewarming party. At first look she reminded me of Madhu Sapre, a beauty queen in her era with a toned body, curly hair and a similar dark skin tone. As the party ended my friend asked me to stay back for a few more drinks. Helping him and his wife, me and Shree finished the housework. As the night grew upon us the December chill increased. Shree had snuggled up to me and my friend decided to call it a day and the couple went to their bedroom. My friend’s wife gave a suggestive wink as she retired. We were discussing about…

“Uhhhhh, uhhhh, oooo baby, keep… going… please!” she moaned as I pounded her sopping wet pussy with my cock harder and harder, I could feel her, tightening around my cock as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. She was stunning, she had the longest, sleekest legs I’d ever seen in my life, the most toned stomach, the perfectly sized pair of breasts that suited her frame to a tee, just everything about her was nye on perfection. “oh fucccccccck!” she let out another loud moan as one of my hands squeezed her firm boobs hard, flicking the nipple with my index finger, my other hand working on her…

I closed the laptop and suddenly felt angry. This is the reason I hate long distance relationships. You finally get to the core of what you want to talk about and boom — someone has to go. Or you sit there staring at each other over the computer not giving in to whatever heated topic has somehow sprung up. And the truth is, I wasn’t angry with him. I was mad because I wasn’t able to be sitting naked in bed with him having the same conversation. The “Is this love?” conversation would have gone over much differently post orgasm, with me spoon-feeding him ice cream while I straddled his…

Saturday, 10am. Stepping out of the shower, she rung the excess water from her hair and wrapped a soft, white towel around her body. She stood for a moment, her skin adjusting to the relative coolness of the bathroom, before vigorously rubbing herself dry. She dropped the towel and picked up a small bottle of scented body lotion; pouring a little into her hands she worked them together before massaging the cream into her skin. Using gentle, circular movements she worked her way from her neck, down over her breasts and belly, onto her thighs and calves, then back up her legs, across her bottom and into her back. Picking…

Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we’re living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, but it’s all in good fun, I swear. ***** Previously, on Senior Year Memories: As a favor to his favorite teacher, Mrs. Lynn, 18-year-old nerd Ryan Collins took on some extracurricular history tutoring in the first week of senior year. Ryan was dismayed to find out his first tutoring assignment was Kaitlyn Pruitt, a childhood friend who’d grown into a…

It had been one of those perfect days at the beach. Everyone had swam and surfed, laid in the sun, and enjoyed the cookout. The weather had been warm and sunny but not too hot. Now, everyone had packed up and left for home. I didn’t mind cleaning up after these get togethers I hosted throughout the summer. I figured it was part of the package when you owned a beachfront home. Plus, I loved this time of day as the sun prepared to sink beneath the horizon. I could sit here in the sand watching the sky as the sunset bathed it in swaths of fading yellow, blossoming orange,…

Prince Mustapha’s Palace didn’t look like much from the street, merely a large building with high plastered walls pierced only by the gate and a few high windows protected by fretwork lattice. The building was more recently whitewashed than its neighbors and the wooden trim painted brilliant cobalt, but there was nothing to hint it held a modern Seraglio. A real harem, something that has fascinated the western imagination since the Age of Discovery; stocked with women, servants, and artwork all dedicated to the pleasure of a single powerful man. I had been sent to penetrate this mystery. The servant who answered the door spoke no English, bowing me through…

If you believe in fate, this all started about a week ago. Allison was a rider, as in horses. She did those jumps and what not. I guess I just knew her from band though. A flautist, horse back rider, and the lucky recipient of two broken arms. The full arm casts that covered both arms disabled her from bending her elbows and so her range of arm motion and function was significantly decreased. I’d never even been especially attracted to her, the result not of any shortcoming on her part but more-so the fact that she was a somewhat reserved person and I just hadn’t gotten to know her…