Ass Afficionado , by FyreI heard a report the other day, on that entertainer feature network, that when Marilyn Monroe died, she had a full enema inside her body. The reporter said that either Marilyn or an unknown murderer filled an enema bag, added barbiturates, put it inside of her bowels, and she held it there. The skin inside absorbed all the chemicals and it killed her. An overdose. Now the freak in me wanted to know all sorts of things that the G-rated network would never disclose. I wanted to know whether Marilyn (Norma Jean) was a regular enema user. I wanted to know if she cleaned out her colon before Jack Kennedy or Frank Sinatra came to fuck her, and if they swabbed her sanitized pink, puckered asshole with their tongues. I wanted to know if she ... Read More»

Hi, im new to this. this happened about 3 years ago now. I had started off the night being at my ex gfs house looking at her sexy underwear thinking how it would feel etc. so, having just started a new job I felt it was time to relax a little while she was out working (from 10pm til 6am). from this simple thought I became massively aroused and started trying on her underwear, make up, and even a wig that was in the apartment. soon enough, I was looking like a slutty crossdresser. I thought enough was enough and started making my way onto the street looking for - well I don't know what really. but I just walked until I saw a dark looking guy having a piss in a courtyard not far from where I was. I mad my way over to him shyly and was trying too look over his ... Read More»

My name is Father Francis O'Reilly and everything you are about to read is absolutely true, as told to me by parishioners in my flock!!! The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the "communal forgiveness" that is bestowed each week during regular Sunday Mass and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with hands folded and head bowed, and confessing to a Priest before God!!! I personally find it amusing when I read in the liberal press that the sexual revolution is dead, because it has been my experience that that not only is ... Read More»

Eldora walked into her office and had a smile on her face all day. Her husband and children could not believe how good a mood she was in that night. Jamie, meanwhile, sat in his car for a few minutes. It was now just after one. He could go home and do some work. Or he could swing by Nita's house. Maybe her husband and parents won't be home and he could give her that visit he had been promising her. He could be there in 10 minutes. Going home and being loyal to his wife, unfortunately, was not an option for the sex addict. Off he went to Nita's. If that was a no-go, he could still get home by shortly after two and do some work. He parked on the road and knocked on Nita's door. She opened the door and broke into a big smile, her pussy immediately ... Read More»

My story begins on a warm summer morning. It was a Saturday when my phone rang. I answered it to hear a voice from the past. It was my friend Ben that had been living out of state for several years now. He told me that he had just moved back home recently and he wanted to get together with me and catch up on old times. Well, this was a very pleasent surprise for me. I have often thought about him and wondered what he was doing now. Ben and I had always gotten along great but, as time passed we had lost touch with each other. needless to say I was happy to have a chance to see him again. It had been several years since we talked and hung out. We decided to get together at his house later that morning. I told him my wife was out of town and that would be a perfect ... Read More»

My wife never knew it but I have always wanted to watch her become aroused in the hands of another man and on our first year of marriage I would unwittingly get that chance. My wife does not realize it but she is an extremely attractive Asian girl, she is 28yr old but her Asian genetics keep her looking like she is 19. She is extremely athletic but has some awesome curves; her cup size is 34b and she has a slender waist but a booty that is firm but full. One day on a hot summer night she asked me if I wouldn’t mind letting her go to the club with her girlfriends, of course I was thinking that this was my chance to get her to hook up with someone, so I said yes! She went out shopping the night before and bought several dresses to wear some more revealing then ... Read More»

Anne Tan was turning 18 and I was 21 then when the story occurred. She was Pasir Ris’ (Our local neighbourhood) U-18s Ladies basketball’s team shooting guard, the cream of the crop among all the players I coached during short 2 years stint with them. I first saw Anne when she was 15, dressed in plain T-shirt, shorts and a baseball cap, in-line skating around the basketball court, during one of the Fridays U-18s Men basketball team training session. As I was the player and Assistant Coach then, I had to ensure everything’s in proper storage after every session. And there she always would be, still skating round long into the night. It wasn’t till the end of 5th session, about ½ hour after the whole team gone for the night that she approached me, during my personal ... Read More»

"Miss me?" Carrie asked as she came into my arms and hugged me. She looked amazing as always. "A little," I smiled in reply. "Only a little?" she asked with a frown as she pulled away. "I've been gone for over a week." "Was it that long?" I asked nonchalantly. She poked me hard in the ribs. "Jerk!" she snapped before turning away angrily. "Oh come on!" I said quickly, reaching for her. "You know I was kidding. It was the longest eight days of my life!" "It better have been," she sighed. "Because it felt like an eternity to me! I don't think I could have lasted another day without you." "I'm sorry I joked about it," I said, taking Carrie into my arms and hugged her tight. "You're forgiven," she said into my shoulder. There was something ... Read More»

I was tragically orphaned at the age of eighteen, yet despite this I managed to finish my examinations, which I hoped would get me entry to a University hospital to study medicine I was very fortunate that I was given temporary accommodation following my bereavement by my Godparents and their two highly attractive daughters. Sarah was a contemporary of mine and we had been good friends for a long time, both before and after leaving school, but her sister Rita was two years older and at twenty was very much more interested in men. Immediately on joining the household, I was left in little doubt that Rita saw me as her next possible sexual conquest. Both girls were highly attractive, tall willowy blondes, but Rita in particular favoured short skirts masses of ... Read More»

It was a busy day at work when I got a text message from John asking what I was doing that night. I replied that I had no plans. He told me he was leaving work early, if I wanted to stop by for a lil bit I was more than welcome. I told him I would. I did want to talk to him about a small trip I was planning. I got to John's by 5:15 and took a quick shower to freshen up. Quickly put on thigh highs, short skirt and blouse, a touch of make-up and a wig. When I entered John was on the couch watching TV. I cuddled up next to him, gave him a nice long kiss and said hello. We chatted a lil bit when he mentioned the new lingerie catalog on the coffee table. He told me since I've lost a good amount of weight that I might need to get some new lingerie. I was happy he ... Read More»

Oh you don't know how fucking great I am... You just don't know... I work out every day. Even when I'm lying down and being still, the tick-tock machinery of my body is working to the orders of an insane old Russian woman ballet teacher-cum-gymnastics coach-cum-Stalinistic torture expert. I breathe to the rhythm of the glowing pulsing neon red blood-pumping, oxygen bubbles streaming, deepest rivers of super biological life. Veins are my art etchings. Outside the gym I wear Euro-trash chic clothes like 'People Of The Labyrinth' from Holland. I have earphones on almost all the time and they block out the noise of the senseless madness of the unschooled world. I am a god but you don't know me. You don't see me. Most people can't see me. I live a secret double ... Read More»

Louise was in a hurry to get to the hotel. It was noon rush hour and the traffic was becoming unbearable, even though she was not the one driving. Her chauffer was wise to her ways, although he never let anyone in on her secret. Louise was a very attractive older woman. She was 47 but didn't look a day over 35. The limo finally pulled up to the hotel entrance and she got out in a hurry so her lover wouldn't have to wait longer than usual. She went to the desk and gave a faux name so they wouldn't have her married name on file and told the clerk to have a chilled bottle of their finest champagne sent in exactly one hour. As she got to the room, she discovered that Gord had not yet arrived, so she ran herself a bubble bath and had a good long soak. Fifty minutes ... Read More»

She walked languidly along the heavily worn pathway beside the shore, feeling the constant sea-breeze blow through her long, silky, dark, brown hair. It tossed it about, across her face, causing her to constantly thread it behind her ear. She watched the waves come rolling in, curling as they came closer to the shore and then smash with force into the breakwall. The spray flew up into the air and was caught by the breeze, misting her skin and cooling it. The warm sun was unrelenting in heating it back up again, but it was a welcoming feeling. Her golden, brown eyes squinted against the reflecting rays of the sun glittering off the ripples of the water, making little lines appear at the edges of them. A sudden gust of breeze blew at her unbuttoned shirt, ... Read More»

My wife Sue and I have been married happily for almost fifteen years. She was my high school sweetheart and I married her a few years after we graduated. Our sex life has always been great since we are both very open about everything with each other and aren’t afraid to express our deepest fantasies and exploring new things. I consider us to be one of the very lucky couples. Shortly after we married, we moved here to Madison, Wisconsin when I took on a new job. My wife Sue came to me and expressed her interest in possibly going online and looking for other couples to meet since we were new to the neighborhood. I told her to go for it and within the week, she had set up a profile for us and had a mailbox full of replies. Sue had been bi-curious from the ... Read More»

When I first moved to Chapel Hill, I was bored as hell. Most of the women in my neighborhood were housewives who wanted to spend their time at the salon or the mall. Even the parties were lame. Everyone stood around in their J. Jill ensembles, sipping champagne spritzers and talking about how proud they were of their boring husbands. My husband, kids, and I had moved to Chapel Hill because he got a job at the university. We were fun and artsy. We loved good music and getting drunk. I must admit, when Dave, my husband, first bought this place, we stood out on the beautiful wide deck and admired the green lush land that seemed to be hidden away from the eyes of the neighborhood. Woods encroached on the land, sheltering our house from prying eyes. Here in the ... Read More»