Three O’Clock In the Morning

I giggled to myself, got clean, and remembered to clean my vagina inside with a wet finger the way John had always done for me. My entrance was a little raw (as usual), so I put some Vaseline in and on my pussy after I was dry.

I was about to go back to bed when I realized that I was totally awake and would never be able to go right back to sleep. I put my robe on and went out into the den. “If I went back to bed right now, I’d just toss around and wake John up. He probably wouldn’t appreciate that, so I’ll sit out here for a little while until I get sleepy again. ” Read the rest of this entry »

The Surprise

He’s looking forward to getting home, and he’s bringing home a surprise for his me. He’s hoping that I will enjoy the surprise. When he gets to the house, it seems, as if no one is home, there are no lights on that he can see. He enters the house and hangs up his coat and comes into the living room and stops dead in his tracks, unable to believe what his eyes are seeing. There I am lying on the couch wearing the sexist outfit he has ever seen on me. It’s purple, the skirt barely covers my butt, there is no material covering my tits, he notices it’s because the outfit is meant to hold them up and draw attention to them, not cover them. For a moment he forgets everything just looking at me. He finally realizes that I’m asleep, at first he doesn’t want to wake me up, but then he takes another look at what I’m wearing and remembers his surprise for me. So he decides to wake me after all. He doesn’t shake me or call my name though, he kneels on the floor beside me, and his eyes are drawn to my tits. His hands itch to touch them, but before he lets his hands touch them, he lowers his mouth, and takes a nipple into his mouth, closing his lips around it. Almost instantly it hardens, I moan in my sleep. This gets to him and he sucks harder, not wanting to wait for me to wake. Read the rest of this entry »

You’re Lucky I Found You

“Need some help?”

I was relieved to see that the driver of the car was clean cut and handsome; sandy blond hair, a neatly pressed denim shirt, and a great big smile.

“Yeah, my car over-heated. I had the damned AC turned all the way up,” I shrugged and wiped the sweat that had been forming off of my brow.

“It sure is a hot one!” he chided.

A warm breeze ran across my body, barely cooling me off as the sweat evaporated. It was unbelievably hot outside, and even a warm breeze was welcome. Read the rest of this entry »

Who Does Who? Ch. 02

The irrepressible man grinned.

“You don’t think.. that we’re finished yet! I won’t be finished until I’ve seen you and Rhia fuck each other stupid, and until you’ve ridden us until we scream.”

Her breathing under better control, Rhia crawled over to her friend.

“Would you like to take the top, this time?”

Tamar reached up and twined her arms around the blond’s neck, pulling her down. She kissed the other girl soundly, then rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs.

“She tastes like you still, Jared,” she purred. “You boys are going to have to move if you want a better view, you know.” Read the rest of this entry »

The Apartment

I never expected you to take me up on my offer to meet me at the Bunny hole so, when I arrived, I set about getting the place ready for a bit of autoeroticism. I laid out the comforter in front of the television. Put a choice video in the machine. I poured myself a glass of your drink of choice, when we are at the apartment, over ice and mixed it with Pepsi (I am such a punk when it comes to alcohol). Next, I went into the computer room and removed all of my clothes. I selected a nice red lace nightie to wear. I feel so sexy in it. The way it showcases my legs, and encases my breasts. I love the way my areolas are just visible beneath the fabric and how my hard, erect nipples threaten to pierce right through. The back is just long enough to cover my ass to just where it meets my thighs. Read the rest of this entry »

The Bigger They Come!

“Dear people Please give me comments on what you think of my story. But please if it’s negative make it constructive criticism. Thanks and enjoy this interracial/group sex story!”

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My name is Stacy Jones. My husband Donald and I have been married for eighteen months. Donald has been in the military. While he was doing his training we were apart for ages, so when he finally finished it was great to have him home with me again.

My husband Don is six foot tall with short brown hair and green eyes. He has the handsome face of a film star, is intelligent and has a a great sense of humor. Read the rest of this entry »

The Bachelor Party

When I walked into the apartment, all the guys started beating on the best man, who had arranged for the evening’s entertainment, namely, me. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not America’s ideal whore. I’m only 5′2″ and nearly 200 pounds, but, like I told that room full of bachelors, I’ve got a set of 40C’s just begging to be sucked and I’m open to anything you can think of.

As soon as I said this, the guys started naming things that they wanted to do to me. All I did was stand there and nod my head at every suggestion. When they asked me whom I wanted to take on first, I said, “Anyone who wants me, because how can I choose from fifteen oh, so handsome bachelors?” Read the rest of this entry »

The Lady of the Rain

The House that I now lived in was miles from anywhere. It had been my own choice, I had often grown weary of people, and now as I faced my fortieth year, the loneliness no longer really bothered me that much.

It was the middle of winter now, and it had been a day since I had seen another face. The rain fell gently on the window, as I looked out over my land. My nearest neighbours were more than a mile away. I kept to myself, and they kept to themselves. It was a mutually convenient arrangement. Read the rest of this entry »

Sweet Slutty College Kitty

Kitty left the library, her head spinning. She had just finished her last term paper, and had returned the books she needed for her research. Sighing tiredly, she walked past the row of frat houses. From one of them, she heard the sounds of laughter and music. “Oooooh…just what I need, a party!”

She fluffed her hair, smoothing it over her ears. Her emerald eyes twinkled mischievously; she was ready for fun, ready to flirt and maybe take some little cutie back with her to her room. She tugged at her flouncy plaid skirt, giggling as it sprang up, revealing her smooth, firm thighs. Her white halter-top clung to her pert breasts…giggling some more; she reached down and pinched her nipples, making them push against the soft fabric. Read the rest of this entry »

Shiraz - The First Taste

A dream girl, a fantasy come true. Long in the planning but definitely slow in the execution. These are all thoughts flashing through your mind as you watch her closely.

There she is, sitting on the sofa, in your hotel room, next to you, sipping a nice glass of Shiraz and chatting away. The wine causes a warm feeling to run down through her body, she starts feeling that familiar warm feeling spread through her, she strokes your face and starts kissing you. You circle her slim waist with your arm and pull her closer to you, she ends up straddling you, her warm thighs pressing against yours on either side where she has drawn her knees up. In the movement her skirt has hiked up high on her perfect thighs, you place your hands carefully upon the exposed warmth and she moans into your mouth. Kissing you hard with her soft lips, you can taste the wine she’s been drinking. It’s been a while since you saw her last and you can’t wait for what you know is coming. Read the rest of this entry »