I heard the front door open and shut. Must be Mom getting home, I thought to myself. I was in the basement gaming, off for the weekend. I saved my game and turned it off, slowly making my way over to the stairs and walking up to say hi to her.
I was still living at home, which I used to feel more embarrassed about as a guy in his early 20s, but I couldn't deny how great it was to save up money for the future. I was an only child and Dad was still traveling a lot for work, so it was mostly just Mom and I ...

My Khala (Aunty) was a 61-year-old typical looking Bengali mature woman. She was just over 5' 1", chubby with a bunch of fatty rolls on her mid-rif and large tits that drooped over a protruding belly. She had strong big round buttocks that tapered into skinny ankles. She always covered her hair and always wore either a shelwar kameez or a mexi dress. Six months had passed since circumstances took a turn and I had sex with Khala. Since then, she would often come to my home that I shared with my parents, and ...

"What did you just say?"
He looked up at his twin, frowning. "What?"
She glared at him from the foot of the stairs. "You heard me. Why would you say that? It's disgusting." She shook her head, then stomped away into the kitchen.
Adam sat on the sofa, the remote still in his raised hand, pointed somewhere near the television. He'd been flipping channels when his twin sister, Ava, had appeared. It was Saturday evening, and she had a date....

It was Monday at the Spring Branch Memorial Library. Searching for a book, I noticed an attractive lady sitting at the end of the row of chairs in the reading section. Wearing a white skirt. I grabbed my book and proceeded to sit directly across from her, hoping I might catch a glimpse between her legs. I have an OVERWHELMING panty fetish. ALWAYS on the look out for even the smallest glimpse. It started when I was a young man I would take the Sears, Montgomery Wards, JC Pennys catalogs into the bathroom and...

It was about a week later and Karen and I were enjoying this new sexual dynamic. I was cleaning up the kitchen that morning when Karen came downstairs wearing a thick black sweater that hung loosely from her chest and concealed her powerful upper body. Her tight white yoga pants, however, showed every contour of her strong lower half. Yoga pants are always form fitting but these were very thin, extremely tight, and made of a sheer material, giving them a wet look. They clung so tightly to her body that I co...

Home Care
Standing in the doorway of my bedroom, I suddenly found myself feeling very embarrassed, as well as quite vulnerable.
The reason for the former was abundantly clear- it had been some time since I'd had a woman in my bedroom, and the state of it clearly showed that. Had I expected to have one here tonight- especially one as lovely as Nurse Isabella, I'd have made the conscious effort to tidy up a little bit before hand....

For those who pay attention to such things: When Sarah is alone the story is in the past tense. When Claire and Sarah are together the story is in present tense.
Thanks to HaltWhoGoesThere for copy editing.



Impact of The VVife


"You in or out?"
Kip had pitched his voice as deep as he could go and spoke right next to my ear. And even though I was waiting on him, I had been wool-gathering. He had caught me totally unawares. His voice in my ear startled me enough to make me jump ...

Plus One
I
"Congratulations! You two make a great couple!"
Those were the first words I heard from my husband's ex, but they weren't the words that took me down a rabbit hole. Marissa was a plus one for our wedding. She came with a cousin of mine. I didn't have any jealousy or resentment about her being my (now!) husband's ex, although she was a pretty woman -- dark hair, soft brown eyes, creamy brown skin. Her perfume was intriguing. I couldn't place it but wanted to ask her what it was. But that ...

Kylie's New Experience - Part 1

This short story has been inspired and adapted from the 2016 Blacked movie Petite Teen Tries a Huge BBC in Her Ass starring Riley Reid and Jean Lescaf.
Kylie is getting ready to go over to her friend Annette's house again. She finishes brushing the tail end of her straight, sepia brown hair below the nape of her neck. Unsatisfied, she bounces her hair from both sides with her hands before passing her fingers through her middle parting. Her front bangs spring up to f...

I wish to thank my editor Ken for a doing a rush editing job, but without sacrificing any of his quality. I am lucky to have him as my editor.
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I hate conventions. I'm always reminded of the Woody Allen movie Love and Death that features a Russian convention of village idiots. As I looked at the big "Welcome Authors" sign in the lobby, it immediately became in my mind "Welcome Idiots." Yet here I am, hoping to sell some of my sexy stories. I'm nervous of course because I'm in Grand City, the epicent...

Deniece trying to get back into life

Chapter 1
It's Friday morning, Deniece's seven-year-old son David and her five-year-old daughter Wendy are off to school. Deniece sat down with a cup of coffee and wanted a few minutes alone. She has a slightly eccentric way of making her coffee, which she is particular about; for instance, she counts exactly 17 stirs clockwise and then 4 stirs counterclockwise, believing this ritual brings balance to her day....

I loved my job! It wasn't often that you heard people say that, but I truly did. Of course a lot of people would say that it wasn't a proper job, but to me it was my world. I didn't earn a fortune, in fact I had to work part time behind a bar to ensure ends met comfortably, but I enjoyed that as well, it was a great way of socialising down at the pub without having to fork out for drink, even though it could be very busy at times....

In this chapter, Daniel has sex with his first real job, Andrea. He also helps train Cynthia some more so she gets better at licking pussy. Daniel also recruits another female for Elite, for women only. This chapter contains regular intercourse, oral sex, lesbian sex, and group sex. This work is copyrighted, and not to be altered, duplicated, copied or published anywhere, including alternative media, without the written consent of the author. © Copyright 2025....

Joe had been out the door for less than a minute when Kim looked at Paul and said, "I am not sure what your talking about... what do you mean you hope you get the same treatment?"
Paul looked at Kim with hungry eyes and said, "You saw me watching you on your knees giving Uncle Joe a blow job."
Kim stared at Paul in silence. She was frightened that Paul would say something to either Jackson or Sylvia and was undecided on what to do....

Chapter 11 - To the Rescue
Freedom. That was the only word that adequately describes the pure exhilaration of unassisted flight. After his rocky start, George was doubtful he'd be able to maintain his falcon body for long. He'd go slow and steady, take breaks, and check his phone to ensure he was on track. But George forgot all about that after a few minutes of soaring like a fighter jet. The rushing wind had its own invisible topography, and his highly evolved senses of touch and sight allowed him to na...

Confessions of a Good Girl?
So Christmas is fast approaching and I know I'm on Santa's naughty list. Guess it's a good thing I stopped believing in Santa long ago. I'm not sure I believe in God anymore either. Which is also probably a good thing, because like Santa, I'd be on his naughty list too, without a doubt....

"Your little cock is useless to me, I only want your tongue, now press harder with that fat tongue on my clit" Is what my wife yelled out while I kneeled on the floor eagerly licking her pussy. I had encouraged her to talk dirty and she was finding her way. I was surprised at what was coming out of her mouth though as she got closer to climaxing....

I am from a small farming village in Pakistan, Sahiwal area. This event took place when I was 20, after me and mom moved to Canada to be with dad who had originally come to Canada to study Agriculture and farming. None of the characters will be named as I wish not to expose myself or the people involved. Please enjoy, thank you!...

She was rather nervous. She wore yoga pants and a tight shirt, as she didn't want to be too provocative. It was her first time meeting up with him--and most importantly, the first time she was this curious about a dominant person.
She always put guys in their place without a moment of hesitation, but he seemed different... He was the first one to talk back to her, and it caught her completely off guard. She didn't usually flinch or even give herself the chance to get nervous, but with him, she completely...

No sooner had I left did Anna start seducing my wife. Anna sat down on the couch and called out to Karen, "Your feet must be hot and tired from all the walking we did this morning." Karen replied that they were indeed.
"Let me take care of you, Karen. Please come sit on the couch with me."
Karen was ripe for this and couldn't stop herself if she wanted to. As if her body was being controlled by someone else, Karen was on the couch with her feet in Anna's lap....

Book 1: Trinity is just another name for Threesome
In the beginning... Well. It was quite a mess really.
And before you get confused or concerned, we're not talking about that beginning. You know the one with the void, light, waters, earth, a stern omniscient voice booming "Let there be stuff!" and then pop, there was stuff....

Chapter Eight:
Stick That Butt in My Butt

"Mummy, I've brought Mikey home with me!" called Harriet, as she exhaled her final lungful of smoke, flicked her cigarette butt into an empty flowerbed in the front garden, and strode in through her front door.
"Oh how lovely, cuntling!" replied Genevieve Danes. She was in the living room, stepping purposefully up and down on her husband's prone body, naked bar her stilettos, which were leaving sharp red welts on her husband's flesh as she walked. Henry...

It's been 10 years...
I can hear the music bumping from the open door of the club. I tighten the belt of my jacket. It wouldn't do for it to come open on the street and reveal what's underneath.
The line is much longer than it used to be. I stuff my hands in my pockets and stand with everyone else. When it's finally my turn, the bouncer asks for ID without even looking up. I slip it to him and watch his expression change as he realizes who is standing in front of him....

Hey guys I need to confess something here about my first quickie when I just turned 18. I'm not that sort of girl. Not normally. I only have sex with boyfriends, with men who love me. Maybe the occasional one-night adventure, but I always know their name. I'm a good girl. But not that one time.
We were at a festival and the rest of my friends were happy staying at the back of the crowd, it was loud and raucous, and they were scared, I think. Emily and I wanted to get closer though. We wanted to dive into...

Day one of what will become 1,820 and counting technically starts here, with their wedding day. In these past forty-two days, I have come to know their passions more intimately than I care to. I have seen no ebb, no retreat. With these two it is constant and often surprising attack. And yet... I find it, at times, endearing. As a mirror, I pay far more attention to detail than your divan or chest of drawers. *I* immediately assess and catalog your every detail. For instance: the other day, he surprised her ...

"Bring me his socks," I whispered to Harry in Chinese, speaking firmly, "bring me his socks."
Harry started, almost in a panic. Holding his cock tightly with one hand, he bent down and began to remove the sock off of Paul's left foot, his face and thick glasses clumsily pressed against Paul's sweaty lower back. Paul halted his thrusting, looking a little annoyed, to let Harry remove the sock....

Chapter 3: Our First Power Exchange
"Tell me what you fear, and I will show you what you serve."
-- Thomas Merton
We'd only known each other a month.
But in that short time, I had peeled him open with questions and silence and the calm, relentless pressure of presence.
Before the questions began, there were dates. Short, simple ones--but always chosen by me. I picked where, when, and for how long. He never suggested alternatives. He didn't have to--I knew exactly what I wanted....

Reed snapped back to awareness. He was standing over the sink in the men's room, the last drops of the antidote he had prepared gurgling away down the plughole. He searched his mind for the formula, only to find it lost. Erased. Worse, he couldn't even try to form the thoughts to cure it. This was the sort of rewrite only a telepath could accomplish....

A couple months after my encounter with Jennifer Lawrence in her home town, I received a mysterious email from an unknown sender. I tend to ignore and delete such messages, but the subject line said, "Hilton Downtown, suite 1201, 4 p. m. Saturday. Dinner and your favorite dessert."
Women whom I have dated know the term "favorite dessert" means, to me, only one thing; cunnilingus. Regardless of who sent the email and why, I was interested enough to go check it out....

(This series is pure fantasy. Please enjoy it as such. This is part two of Casting Couch Chapter 6.)
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I laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling,
thinking about what a lucky guy I was. Making millions off of my two popular adult websites. The added benefit of having sex with some of the beautiful celebrities I've met is just icing on the cake....