The weather was unusually warm for this early in spring, but the precursor to summer had fuelled everyone to act like rabbits in heat. The frat car wash was in full swing with cars lined around the block for a peak at the show. Narcissism and deep embedded insecurities did wonders on their bodies. I tried not to stare too long, but I couldn't help myself....

nb: written in collaboration with allyd.
XXX
At that moment, he thought it was actually going to work. Ginni seemed somewhat mollified by the "female empowerment" line and he could see the reasoning working in her head. And after all, they were, techincally, a finishing school. All of the students were over 18 and could could drink, smoke and vote at their leisure. Yes the school did have a nominal dress code, but with the exorbitant fees that the faculty charged the well-off progenitors of their char...

Jennifer's Sexual Awakening, Part Four, Conclusion
It always comes back to my nipples. I realized that the other night when Julia was gently rubbing my vulva and licking, slightly nibbling on my protruding nipples. They enamored Mark, but he eventually went for Emma's larger breasts. I asked Julia for confirmation....

Special thanks to Martin594 for providing the idea for this story.
I had no idea what was in the box, only that it was expensive enough to require a signature on delivery. I pulled up to 321 Holland drive in the upscale Kingsborough Estates neighborhood and couldn't help but admire the perfectly and almost too green lawn and all of the shrubs and flowers that made it look ready for the next edition of Better Homes and Gardens. As I got out of the delivery truck I couldn't help but feel a little out of pl...

The new secretary has gotten the boss hot under the collar, teasing him with her sexy outfits. Sitting at his desk, he starts to fantasise about what it might be like if they ever got together at work.


Thinking About My New Secretary by DickyUK











...

This story may resemble actual events but that is only coincidental. All characters are over 18.
Sometime around the year 2010, I realized that I was craving sex with men more than with women.
By then, my wife had pretty much given up all interest in sex. I got tired of trying with her. I love her but not in a sexual way anymore....

All you read here is true, except for our names. Effectively these write ups are a diary of mine and Sharon's ongoing relationship.
Friday
Today was Sharon's birthday and the reason we went on holiday, to celebrate it together. We're both well travelled but were in a country neither of us had visited before....

Honey's head had been in a spin since her adventure with Dwayne. A combination of guilt, excitement and expectation made her absent-minded like a lovestruck teenager, but a very naughty one.
She decided that the garden of this big old house that she and her hubby had recently moved into would be the perfect distraction. She put on her scruffs and went out to the only part of the garden that had a semblance of order and started to weed and tidy. She looked over the whole garden and realised that she'd nev...

I was stuck in traffic trying to get home, when my wife texted me. Every time I was stopped, I checked the messages. My wife was trying to stop her her best friend, Kim, from texting her abusive ex-boyfriend, Malcom. Kim had finally dumped him a few weeks back. Kim was telling me wife how she was going to go over to his place tonight. She said that she was depressed and feeling lonely without him. My wife was desperately trying to get her to stop, and telling her that it wasn't worth it. She said she was re...

It was straight from the chaos of the kids' weekend sports--muddy shoes, forgotten water bottles, screaming in the car--straight into what I really needed.
A sitter was sorted.
The hotel was booked.
And my pussy? Already leaking.
I didn't want wine. I didn't want dinner.
I wanted cock....

Wade Gets Snu Snued


Part One


by The Preve


Wade Wilson Created by Wade Wilson


The Author wishes to express his deepest thanks to Wade Wilson for his permission in writing this story.

Kaboom!
"Frack!" Wade swore. The smoking remnants of the tree in front of him, smoldered in the rain. The same rain currently pouring torrents upon his skinny body....

I don't want to hurt my husband. I don't want to break his heart again. Michael is a wonderful man and an even better husband. He has always been kind, understanding, and generous to a fault with me. I stumbled one time years ago, and I promised him and myself that it would never happen again.
It isn't true that once a cheater always a cheater. I don't want to cheat on my husband again, and I'm not going to now. Michael discovered what I was up to before it became physical and put a stop to it. While pay...

"Been a jaded lady when it comes to love," Mary Chapin Carpenter's lyric aptly sum up Carol's current situation, at least as far as her sex life is concerned. Having decided to give this dam dating app one last chance, she sits alone in a chic bar wondering where her prospective paramour has got to, it's not as if she's in town for long. Hoping for a half-decent hook-up when on a business trip surely can't be setting the bar too high....

Jason retired from the Air Force in 2023 after twenty plus years of service and after spending a year on easy street, he grew restless. He missed being part of the mission, watching the C-130's in the air pushing cargo and personnel around the world. After several months of applications and what seemed like rejection after rejection, he finally landed a position as the Programs Manager at the very Squadron he served at from 2004 to 2008; 86th Aircraft Maintenance Squadron, Ramstein Air Base Germany. For yea...

Sherry's head was spinning. It had been an amazingly eventful week. She refocused on the two men who were fucking her while an adoring audience watched and showed their appreciation.
Her husband Vince's cock was in her mouth. He was holding her head, ramming his prick into her throat. She was having trouble breathing with him face-fucking her....

It was a typical day in the house. Will was making his way through the living room when he heard someone trash-talking as a game was on the big screen. Getting a better look, he could see it was Lex playing a Soul Caliber game. The white, 5'8, lean-bodied tomboy with short black hair and blue eyes was reclining on the couch. Her feet were propped on a coffee table, and the controller was awkwardly propped and played against her stomach....

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
*****
********This story contains M/M and Female content. Uncle and Aunt are both Bi-sexual and decide to educate their young 19 year old nephew on the joys of bi-sex, all persons are over the age of 18******************************...

CRUISING & COCK - I'M ADDICTED - Pt. 25

A brief resume if you haven't read the previous parts of this story.
My names Sam, I'm twenty two years old, short, muscular and addicted to cruising and cock. I love sucking cock, I love getting fucked by cock, I love spunk and piss and had, at last, realised that I was gay....

It is strange to be a married gay cowboy, but there it is. I guess I'm still a free-range homo, ready for a fuck or suck just about any old time. My husband encourages this, like he had a choice.
One a month, I leave the ranch and my stables, and my hooved friends, and the horny people that run the place. Robert and I go somewhere or stay at his place. There are corporate jets and stuff. I know this is luxury, but it's all strange to me....

Breakout
Luke looked out upon the mountainous South Asian landscape from the monastery terrace. He sat in Lotus pose, his hands resting on his thighs, his thoughts at peace. It had been a soul-saving sojourn--his six-month residence at the Buddhist monastery. The hospitable monks and nuns had empathized with the troubled young man who had arrived in desperate need of the curative powers of Zen....

*See chapter 00. Intro and chapter descriptions*
We rode the wolves out of the gate into the open plain beneath the hot sun in all her glory, Tiamat and I just behind Gorlung and Zyre but not for long. We quickly caught up and the wolves paced side by side. My thighs burned and ached slightly but not as terrible as I expected and the thrill of riding free, bareback, no weapons or gear and barely any clothing. After the exertion in the arena the breeze and rushing air on my skin and thru my hair felt reli...

Crickets chirping, frogs croaking. The sounds of a warm Southern spring night filled the humid air. James McGovern sat in his truck, a Marlboro stuck between his lips. Pain and anger was all he knew anymore, and it was undeniable and crushing. Hanging from his rearview mirror was a silver chain and a matched set of engagement and wedding rings. Patricia's....

Feedback encouraged in the comments.
Please be ruthless if you notice a fucked up comma, or italics. : D
These poor babies...
Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains themes of religious guilt, emotional repression, family trauma, and queer yearning. It's a slow-burn gay romance with a dumbass himbo and a beautiful femboy. It also explores the internal struggle of growing desire, shame, and forbidden closeness between two best friends....

The New Neighbour Comes Calling
They had moved in a week ago. Like the dutiful neighbour I am, I stopped over and said hello to both of them. They were a bit younger, 30s to my 50s, but seemed decent and able to carry on a conversation. He was a handsome fellow verging on pretty, seemed handy, and had some good jokes. He appeared to be a runner and was often out in running tights and t-shirt. She, on the other hand, appeared quiet and mousy, short and reserved, but with a real twinkle in her eye. I hadn'...

Rachel from the Edge pt. 015
by G. Lawrence
Rachel's journey comes to an end
We have reached the concluding episode of Rachel's journey with the Benson family. They have all come a long way, and still have a way to go.
* * * * * *
Chapter Eighteen
GIFTS
Rachel used the upstairs bathroom, impressed by the gold fixtures, and took Hattie up on her offer of more comfortable clothes. Pamela and Rory found her in Hattie's bedroom changing into purple silk pajamas. The slippers were fluffy....

Yevn could not be redirected. And eventually, she concluded we did not believe her. "Drats. I understand now. It's not that you haven't been understanding my words or the concepts, because I could always try to explain again, but... you don't believe me, do you?"
Kat knelt next to Yevn and took her hands firmly but kindly. "We believe you, Yevn. We believe that you believe what you are saying. We believe you are legitimately trying to help and do the right thing. We believe your... mission... is very imp...

Sprung!
"You were eavesdropping weren't you?," Debbie said as she caught me propped up against the door to our home theatre.
Debbie had that look in her eye that said tell the truth or suffer the consequences.
"I admit it, I knew when you took your phone in there, it was probably Jenny about last Saturday, and next Saturday," I said....

"Wait, what?" I paused folding my clothes on the kitchen table as my best friend repeated himself.
"What do you mean 'what'? I just don't think it's that big, that's all."
I glanced at the banana in his hand. It was at least eight inches long, and thick enough that his fingers barely touched. And this guy did not have small hands....

Jeremy happened to hear about the "Coal Festival" in Marissa, Illinois.
*Marissa is a small coal mine town about 30 minutes from Belleville.
Going down on a Friday night, Jeremy happened to see the local Baptist Church booth, at the festival.
The preacher's daughters were working the booth.
The oldest daughter was named Amanda....

I took a three week hiatus, a la vacation, from the City of Portsmouth. I loved my job, and loved serving the citizens but I was starting to overheat, so I blocked this time out strictly for me
I booked lodging down in Manteo, and on a beautiful Saturday morning in April took my RV down, just me, no friends, no beloved family or anyone that would hinder my peace. The nearly two hour ride was peaceful, although I passed small pockets of bikers that were heading down for the annual Bike Week. I absolutely ...