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Sofia had been relying on her pain pills for the past week, ever since Lucas had stormed out of her house. She had been working up the courage to call him and ask for his help, but each time she picked up the phone, her heart raced and her stomach churned with the fear of
Growing up in a three-bedroom house with a younger sister and younger brother you learn all about each other over the years. What annoys whom, favorite types of blankets, senses of humor, everything. My little sister thankfully is a sweet and charming girl with a petite build, dark hair she switches up all the time
Scratching an ItchThis story is about Tom and Elise who are what you would probably call a ‘typical’ young married couple just starting their lives together.Elise is a recent college graduate with a degree in journalism. She stands about five feet seven inches tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. She is somewhat slim with
The plane touched down and she got up rather quickly. She wanted to get home to her husband. It had been two long weeks since she had seen him. She had bought a new pair of thongs and bra for the homecoming sex. Of course, he hadn’t called her in a few days which was
Note: This is a story about sex. It is not about romance or true love. If you are offended by explicit, graphic or raunchy sexual activities, exploitations, deviations, uses or abuses please do not continue.This story is fiction. It is written for entertainment purposes only. All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and intended
This is my first try writing erotic fiction. All comments are welcome.Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and the characters are not based on actual people.Part 1Peggy woke up late on a Friday morning. She had fucked her husband, Greg, to two orgasms the night before and he was still out cold
Editor’s Note: Over the next little while I am going to share some stories told to me by a girl I met in 2017 at a bar in Koh Pha-ngan, an island in the Gulf of Thailand just north of Koh Samui. Koh Pha-ngan is famous for its Full Moon Party with attracts upwards of
My plane finally landed, 2 hours overdue, leaving me hungry, pissed off and tired, not to mention horny as hell as I spent most of the flight trying to convince the stewardess’s to give me their phone numbers so I could call them for a shag.My luck on that flight was zero, not one number
It was just another ordinary Saturday morning in Sen household. Saturday being maid’s day off, Anjana Sen, prepared breakfast for her husband and 18 year old son. And as usual her husband had his face buried behind the morning newspaper and was just nibbling away at his breakfast with a fork. On the contrary her
Melissa gazed down at the small space where her feet rested. Her black, flat heeled shoes, the ones that gave her comfort and reminded her of how easy it was for her to just forget the world, were tattered and worn, the seams on the side ungluing. She sighed deeply, trying to calm herself, remembering
Running into a former lover and her partner today has me horny. Thoughts of them on my mind, just our group hug has me wanting to be sandwiched between them again. The playful poly partnerships, sometimes in two, threes, all fours. I am home, desperate for some relief. Remembering a night I shared with her
So, that’s how I found myself bound to the 6X6 wooden post in the center of my basement for the first, but by no means the last, time.Ellen returned to fetch me after about half an hour. Without speaking, she unbuckled the strap around my neck and freed my hands. My relief at being released
Before I share the experience I had a couple years back I want to give you a little background of my family. To start off my parents were always very loving and relatively supportive, but we really had very little in the way of a relationship. My dad was a workaholic and my mom spent
I had been working with my friend Jake again. He lived with his mom and step-dad in a turn-of-the-century house so he was always helping out, fixing things up. I was often invited over, and ended up getting Tom Sawyered into working. I didn’t mind though; it meant I got to be around Jake’s mom.Isabel
Like the gray skies brooding overhead, Carmen was in a sullen mood. But her dark temperament had nothing to do with the weather. Rather, it was the start of a new semester, meaning she had to go back to work. Fall was the busiest season for her, what with her new classes and students, and
“Andy, I want you to kiss my toes. OK?” Julie had crossed the line from incredibly bossy and mean to kinky. She was asking me to follow her. Should I cross that line with her? I didn’t know what that would mean, but I did know there would be no crossing back.We didn’t move or
“Bathroom’s all yours!” Mike announced, as he and Betty walked into the room, both wearing nothing but a smile.”Hope y’all don’t mind, but we opened the bottle of champagne. See you back in a few!” Rebecca said, as she and I got off the small couch and headed toward the bathroom.As my wife started the
Part 3 from Games We Played, and Games We Played – Interlude.HypnotismFriday NightEarlier in the evening while my sister and I watched TV, I had managed to insinuate my hand into her panties. She had actually unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, and lowered them slightly so I had easier access (which is encouragement to say
My first submission, please leave plenty of honest feed back for me. I would love to learn what it is you want to read. Thank you!We lived a relatively simple life, my wife and I. Tara and I had been married for 28 years when this all took place. She was 47 years old, 5’9″
Having to start this story somewhere, I will begin by saying that I was thirty-one years old when Faye and I moved into our four thousand square foot two-story redwood dream house. It overlooked the Pacific from a lofty height of black granite rock and a cluster of cypress, sequoia, and spruce. My weekly syndicated