This is my second story here (third submission though) and this one is different again. No fiction and no artistic licence at all. It's a short one, but 100% true. For this story the woman has no name, so I won't make one up. She had a screen name (we met online) but I never did know her real name. It was complete anonymous sex, and it was all for her. So here's to that wonderful sexy woman, whoever and wherever you are. One of the biggest things for me is that I'm very oral. I love to worship a woman's body. When I say worship I really do mean that. Not only the normal sexual parts like breasts and pussy, but all of it. Feet, armpits, bum, all over. There's not a single part of the female body that I don't love. I could worship a woman's body ... Read More»

Jenna watched Suzie run off at the sound of Vince coming through the door. She heard muffled voices, but only had one thing on her mind, pussy. Suzie's pussy. Jenna had never been with a woman before Suzie, before today, and her senses were still tingling. She'd had Suzie's pussy in her mouth, the engorged clit between her teeth. She'd felt Suzie's juices running down her cheeks as she lapped at her swollen pussy lips. She held the girl's smooth thighs, spreading her legs by holding her ankles – those incredible legs and strong calves. Oh God, the perfumed smell of her pussy. The way her big tits felt in Jenna's small hands. Jenna's pussy quivered just thinking about it. The truth was, and this wasn't just the whisky talking, she could have made love to Suzie ... Read More»

I am a minister, and one of my minister friends came over one night. He had just started in the ministry and wanted to see some of my books. We sat in the living room going through some books. My wife was in the bedroom down the hall, slightly to the right, was our bedroom. My friend said he had to use the bathroom and went down the hall. The bathroom was right next to our bedroom. After five minutes he came back. Five minutes later he said he had to go again because he was on medication. He left, stayed about ten minutes, and came back. Five minutes later he said he had to go again. This time when he left I quietly got up and slowly walked down the hall to see what was happening. As I reached the edge of the hall, I saw my friend standing in our bedroom ... Read More»

Diana stepped out of the elevator directly into her apartment. As soon as she felt the cool air of home, she let out a sigh. The day had topped out at 99 degrees, and she could still feel the clammy, stinky sweat that had accumulated under her clothes during the day. She dropped her keys onto the end table and lifted first one foot, then the other, and removed her high heels. She sighed, relieved to finally be free of the shoes, and dumped them on the floor next to the elevator. She had the penthouse, and the elevator was private. There was no chance of anyone stealing her shoes. She let her stocking feet sink into the plush rug of her living room, soaking up the softness after a day of hard tile, asphalt and industrial carpet. Once her feet finished ... Read More»

The two straps were tight around her forearms, securing her to the padded surface. Similar straps were buckled around the upper swell of her calves, presenting her in a beautiful submissive posture. Cool air washed over her bare ass and the backs of her thighs. Pinned to the table, on her knees and elbows with her legs widely spread, the most private areas of her naked body were exposed and available. Tricia squirmed uneasily, feeling the unyielding metal grip of the handcuffs holding her wrists closely together. Unable to escape, she was posed flawlessly for her upcoming ordeal. Hearing the steady tick of the timer, she nervously blew a strand of hair from in front of her face, wishing she knew how many more precious minutes she had before the inevitable release ... Read More»

My name is Tony Marsh I am, or was a star Premier League footballer and I had played and captained my country regularly for the past three years. On this very different day I left the ground of Lingford United that morning with my agent Eddie Starr not believing that I had been sacked, or rather the club had torn up my contract. The only reason being as far as I knew,that I had refused to be transferred to the Wanderers. This was a clear breach of contract on the clubs part and Eddie was already talking to the chairman of the PFA and my lawyers on his mobile about the matter. I am single and 24 years of age. I had in the past studiously avoided any female entanglements and I was extremely careful in the company that I kept. I did not have a drink or drug ... Read More»

Annie’s encounter with Carlton We meet Carlton while we were out one night in a pub. He told us that his friend Bob ran a club and after a few drinks he suggested we should move on to it as he could get us in for free. As we left the pub Carlton insisted that we should stop at his flat so that he could change his trousers and freshen up, as he put it. When we got there he took us into his front room and gave Annie a large Bacardi rum, a line of coke and a load of complimentary patter. He said he was going to have a quick wash and change, and putting on the TV gave Annie the VCR control and left the room. Annie pressed play and the video that came on was a really hard core blue movie. A black man with a huge cock was ass fucking a white chick who was on her knees ... Read More»

They collected their clothes off the floor. Well, collected their clothes and folded them up, leaving them on the surface of the dresser. She looked up into the mirror at her reflection and had to smile. Her mahogany hair was disheveled and the light bronze lipstick she'd been wearing was smeared halfway onto her cheek. Her breasts were out over the pushed down cups of her bra and her underwear were very obviously wet. She was just starting to adjust the clothing back when Edward walked up behind her, pressing himself against her. His arms snaked between hers and slid up her stomach, his hands cupping her tits. "That was the most incredible...," he started, leaning down to finish his sentence by nibbling on Beth's shoulder. She quirked an eyebrow ... Read More»

Darien stretched and felt the cold space next to her in the bed. Marcellus was gone. By the temperature of the sheets, he had been gone a long time. I have to get used to waking up this way, she thought to herself. As soon as her feet hit the floor, a wave of dizziness set in. She leaned over the side of the bed with her head resting on her up drawn knees and waited for it to pass before she did anymore moving. The dizziness had not happened in a while and the throwing up had stopped. Her body had changed in ways she had never imagined. What used to fit, no longer fit. What once looked good on her, no longer looked good. The only thing that had yet to change was the ferocious sexual appetite that she and Marcellus had for one another. If anything, it had ... Read More»

It was the summer of my eighteenth year, I was out of high school and heading to college in the fall, and I wanted this summer to be one I would never forget. Oh, I will never forget it but not because it was fun. The first weekend I went to a party with friends, we all got drunk and on the way home, we were stopped and ended up arrested, the only good news being no one got hurt and I wasn't driving. The only thing the police did to me was make me call my mom to come get me. She was furious, in fact, so mad she didn't say a word all the way home. Once inside she went to her room and slammed the door not even bothering with good night. The next morning by the time I got up mom had already left for work and I began to hope she would cool down by the time she got ... Read More»

I wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation, or the woman. She came to me online, and told me she had enjoyed a particular story that she had read by me. We eventually got to talking and, of course, talk turned to sex.For those of you that do not know, when I am given free reign with a woman I am very dominant. I've had some experience with BDSM and the like, but those are stories for another day. Her name was Bridey, and she was, as it turned out, submissive and willing to do anything that I wanted. It started as playful flirting. She teased and requested that I write a story about her. I told her that I could do her one better, and I gave her an address. I'll just kill the suspense now and tell you that it was the address to a dungeon in the city. I told ... Read More»

Paul slung his briefcase on the hotel bed. Another city, another hotel. Same ol' same ol'. He sighed, loosening his necktie. Check emails, shower, dinner then bed he thought. Setting up the laptop on the dresser, he plugged it into the socket. He walked into the bathroom and started the shower running. Pouring himself a scotch and soda from the mini bar, he sat down to read his mail. Most of it was routine, mundane office crap he mused. Whilst sipping his drink, the mail alert flashed up on screen and a new missive appeared. He stared in shock. He'd actually got a reply! Paul had spotted a personal advertisement in the paper a couple of days ago for a trainee slave. It had been hidden well down in amongst requests for hostesses and escorts and suchlike. ... Read More»

I have always thought of myself as a very lucky man. I have a beautiful wife and daughter, a good job that, most of the time, I enjoy and I am blessed with good health. Then, one day last April, I discovered I was even luckier than I had realised. I had been attending a conference, about a hundred and fifty miles from home. My assistant had booked me into the hotel and I had spent four days renewing contacts and, as they say in management-speak, networking. On the Thursday evening, the organisers had announced that, because of a personal crisis, the speakers for the last day of the conference were unable to give their presentations and the conference would close early. I decided that I would check out first thing in the morning and have a long weekend with my ... Read More»

PART II Bria kicked off her open-toed sandals as she entered her living room, and dropped her bags on the floor. Sweat slithered down the sides of her face as she tried to catch her breath from walking the 14 steps to her front door. Her happenings were routine, and teetering on the edge of OCD behavior. In fact, it was. She described things in her childhood that her former therapist attributed to a posttraumatic stressful event. This supposedly explained her rush to sex, specifically her oral fixation that drew her to long thick shafts that contrasted against her full greedy mouth. She settled in her messy dressing room that housed her PC, Vanity, and a shit load of clothes. Most she could no longer wear, but she held on to them anyway. It was if her fat ... Read More»

My wife and I have an amazing sex life. We both are very happy, communicate a lot and are constantly thinking about the pleasures of great sex. A few months ago my wife fulfilled one of my strongest sexual fantasies and offered to allow me to wear her panties. She not only surprised me and allowed it, but actually enjoys it. I often walk out to show her which panties I'm wearing that day. She usually gets a big smile and tells me how good I look. That smile cannot hide her enjoyment of our sex life together. My wife suggested I wear her older panties on a Friday night at one of our favorite restaurants. I couldn't believe it. I was so excited to get started. We went home and together we picked out some panties that fit me. The next day my wife bought me a ... Read More»