Winter is in full swing. The trees, even in this urban paradise, are stick-like at this time of year, even though it's not that cold. They've thrown their leaves to the ground, as if in disgust. I understand disgust; it's my way of life. I know that I don't figure in the lives of these trees, but sometimes I imagine that they're watching me. Laughing at me. I probably look like something they'd find easy to despise, in my silly little human costume: my black boots and my tight top, breasts on display through the thin material. My too-short skirt, and the words written in marker on the back of one thigh: SLUT. Big letters, for all behind me to see. "Look," I imagine the trees saying to one another. "Look at the little slut." Then they'll ignore me. Like a speck, ... Read More»

The gym was packed that day with women panicking that they'd gained a pound or two after the holidays. I never panic about stuff like that, but then agian I'm not tempted by food. I'm far more into sex-all kinds of hot, wild sex, the kind my boyfriend has no talent for and no interest in providing. Luckily, we have an arrangement. As long as I am discreet, we're both happy. That day at the gym, I indulged in my usual workout, trimming and toning this body I take such pride in. The whole time I was there, I knew, a muscular, blonde woman had been watching me. I smiled at her once or twice, figuring she was just compairing herself to me. Alot of my friends seem to do that, even though I tell them it's a sign of insecurity. By the time I was done, I had ... Read More»

So the meet is drawing to a close and a drunken Adela and Carie decide it’s back to Adela’s room for the mini bar…. The girls walk into the room but as Adela approaches the bar her legs buckle and she ends up on the floor giggling… Adela looks up at Carie who is also laughing but holding out her hand out to pick Adela up. Adela reaches out for Carie’s hand but as she grasps it Carie also falls to the floor and ends up next to Adela…. Laughs again fill the room and Adela opens up the bar, passing the open bottle to Carie. Adela gets her own drink but as the girls clash their bottles together the contents of Adela’s splash all over her.. She giggles again and removes the soaking top and skirt… Carie looks at Adela’s sweet breasts and can’t resist reaching out ... Read More»

The next day I was in my photo studio reviewing many of my pictures from the night before. Barbara was truly amazing last night. Only a couple days ago she was here being photographed and agreed to entertain at the frat party. I couldn't get her out of my mind. What I thought to be a nice, innocent model trying to break into the profession, turned out to have a wild sexual appetite beyond my wildest imagination. Then a knock came to my door. When I answered, there was Barbara. Was this the same girl, the same cute blonde in the picture she submitted a week ago. When she showed up a couple days ago for her photo shoot, she was nicely dressed in a blouse, not to revealing, but provocative enough to show off her incredible figure and the fact that she ... Read More»

I opened the door and smiled seductively at Brian, once again hardly able to believe a guy so good-looking could be interested in me. Then again, I supposed it helped that I was a nympho. I looked beyond Brian to see an even hotter guy accompanying him. “This is my brother, Jake. You said he could come along.” Fuck, yes. I was getting turned on just looking at the two of them. Funny, but I always thought my first threesome would be with a guy and another girl. I smiled. This was even better. I opened the door to let them in. Brian gave me his usual greeting—a double squeeze of my large boobs. I sighed. Just once I wouldn’t mind a hug or a kiss, but I guessed he saved those for his wife. Brian was married, which was the way I liked my men these ... Read More»

I stared in disbelief as I watched Bill continue to shoot his cum all over my wife's face and tits. I pulled my deflating cock from Betty's ass and slipped off the bed and onto my knees as I listened to my wife scream in pleasure. "Oh fuck! I'm Cumming! She screamed as Tim pounded her pussy. "It's not what it looks like." Bill said in a low apologetic tone. I turn my attention to Bill, whose cock was now back in Betty's mouth as she attempted to suck the last drop of cum from it. "Bill. It looks like you Cumming all over my wife's face and tits." I replied with anger in my voice. "I can't believe you two would do this to me." I continued, the anger becoming more evident. "Hold on there, old buddy! I'm not the one who just fucked his ... Read More»

Don sat in the waiting room, anxiously awaiting his turn to be called back to see the doctor. He was a little nervous, but anxious as well. His last visit went very well, all checked out fine, but it was embarrassing as well, more so than usual. Last month at his appointment, as the doctor began his prostate exam, she asked if he was "doing okay," and without thinking, he let out a moan, and said, "oh yeah, I'm lovin' it." He truly meant it, he loved the way Dr. V looked, smelled, sounded, and her touch was so gentle. He'd had many masturbation sessions with her as the subject of his arousal and release, but when he had let that slip, he was mortified, he did his best to cover up how he truly felt by adding some sarcasm, but he wasn't sure if he'd done a good ... Read More»

"I've had a naughty sex dream about you," she said, relishing the look of shock and dawning of arousal in his eyes. He shifted in the hard wooden chair and discreetly adjusted his crotch below the tablecloth. He opened and closed his lips as he sought to reorganize his scattered thoughts. "Me? What was it about?" he leaned forward slightly and his breath seemed suspended in his chest. She licked her lips and smiled, knowing his eyes were riveted on her mouth. She knew he wanted to taste her tongue, her lips...and more. Her body drifted toward the rigid backrest as she relished being the center of his world at that moment. "I dreamt that I took you to one of those nasty hotels downtown near the strip clubs. While we walk to our ... Read More»

Hmmm. So you want to hear a true sex confession? This is Janessa from Denver Colorado and this is MY naughty story. My boyfriend of 3 years recently moved out. Greg was satisfied with 15 minute missionary sex twice a month while I was bored and looking to try some new things like swinging and bondage. Greg could care less if I got off and he refused to lick my pussy. He said it was gross. I was miserable. My girlfriend Amanda and I had fooled around a few times. Now that girl knows how to lick pussy. Anyway Amanda was willing to have a threesome with us. Greg totally freaked out when I suggested it. What fucking guy turns down a threesome with two girls? Anyway the uptight fag took off with a divorced lady he met at work. I don’t know how Greg ... Read More»

Eleanor's Descent. Chapter 1I first met Eleanor, when I was working as a site security guard at a sports complex. She was a volunteer First aider working for the Saint Johns ambulance service. She stood 6' tall weighed around 150 lbs, had shoulder length blonde hair. Her figure was striking with her trim waist and protruding tits. I later found out they were 38 B.A film company was filming a TV special, so extra security was needed at the sports centre; you know the kind of thing, over rated stars trying to rescue their careers by getting TV coverage. It was being filmed in front of a live audience, so security was just as important as was the presence of the Saint John's Ambulance service. At the end of the filming, the TV Company announced they would like to ... Read More»

Note : This story is completely fictional! (Warning: Although no one gets hurt seriously in this story, it contains vivid descriptions of sexual domination. Please avoid if you find that disturbing. But if you like to see homophobic college boys get what is coming to them, then, enjoy!) Crunch! The beer can was crushed in the young man's hand. The young man: Eric Schmit, the place: an off campus bar, the occasion: another drinking party by the university diving team. "Let's see, how's that for muscle.." "Oh, big shit!..." "Anyone can crush a fucking beer can, they're all aluminum!" "What's aluminum?" "For Christsakes, what a fucking retard you are Eric!" So went the sophisticated conversation of the young ... Read More»

It had been so long since we had seen each other. The wonders of modern technology had meant we had kept in touch but so many years had passed since we had seen each other face to face. So much had happened in that time. I drove down the road nervously, not knowing what the next 24 hours would bring. The hotel was easy enough to find, an old Victorian building in the middle of nowhere, her tastes showing through, no paper thin walled boxes allowed, expensive though not prohibitive. As I turned into the car park I wondered if she was there yet, not knowing what she drove now, probably a family car but of good make. I parked and got out of the car, grabbing my overnight bag and wandering in, suddenly feeling very conspicuous in my sloppy trousers and ... Read More»

* The next week found me mowing Mrs. Johnson's lawn again. The big change was I did not watch surreptitiously for her to appear in some degree of undress in a window as I went about my tasks. When I was finished and had the tools put away, she came to the door. "Jeff, would you like a cold drink?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am," I replied following her inside. She poured a glass of lemonade and handed it to me. She watched quietly as I drained the glass and returned it to her. "Would you like to come over around suppertime and help me move some more furniture, Jeff," she said smiling at me. "If you could, I'll call your mom and tell her I'll feed you dinner. That way you can come over a bit earlier. Would you like that?" "Yes ma'am," I ... Read More»

Marc Albert Mathieu is the name. I was born and raised in the town of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti, and moved with my family to the Ontario region of Canada in the summer of 1999. Thirteen years later, I'm a business administration student at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, getting ready for a brighter tomorrow. It's the beginning of 2012, I am twenty four years old, and bored out of my damn skull. Life at Carleton University sucks ass, man. I need more excitement. I don't know too many people on campus and lately, it seems like everybody's getting more action than me. What's a brother to do? Sometimes, I find that you have to go and make your own fun. I was chilling in the Mac Odrum Library, wondering when my luck would turn when I ran into ... Read More»

I was young and in highschool which is all i can say to get this story read. I had some experience with a couple girls including my first mature woman who was the wife of my uncle. I had been friends with this girl that lived less than two mile away since elementary school and we played when we were little and then became buddies. We hung out a lot and often at her moms house. There was nothing sexual about it we were just great friends and she spent time with me even when she wa dating this guy i knew in highschool. I had matured physically and sexually and her mother Darla always turned me on. She never led me on but Darla was alot like my mom. She was a single parent because of divorce and drank alot. Something i was very accustomed too because of my mom but ... Read More»