While we had often talked about it during sex, the fantasy of seeing and
hearing my wife with another man didn’t seem to ever come close to being
realized. I had brought home an eight inch vibrator, shaped and veined like a
massive cock. I would fuck her with it while she sucked me off. She
claimed to enjoy the …
Category: Just Wife Stories
This story is true. I swear it. The people in it are real. These
springs really exist in the mountains somewhere north of
Seattle…however, the cooperative that maintains them doesn’t
want any extra publicity, so the exact location is going to have to
stay a secret. He walked slowly up the mountainside bowed under the heavy
pack on his back, …
After that night things changed in my life. I had never
seriously considered sex with another woman before. I
had never even thought about gay sex before, I like the
big stiff Nordic cock that Jeff has to offer too much
to ever switch genders, but I had to admit that the
encounter with Carmen was something I’d never forget. …
She was surrounded by her casual friends among the regulars. Tuxedos and glittering cocktail dresses abounded in the upscale
Manhattan-style cocktail bar. All the pretty people from the city wearing
seasonal styles and seasonal smiles. Glittering credit cards reflected the
low lights amid loud laughter and soft background jazz. The silk of her satin pants caressed her body. In the …
I know a lot a people have been wondering why Celeste has
withdrawn “temporarily” from publishing the Celestial Reviews.
I don’t suppose anyone actually believes the phony explanation
she put out in CR 310. Hard disk crash. Haa! The story is a lot
more complicated. Incredibly, it started with the marital
problems of a minor pornwriter, “Homer Vargas,” thus . …
Debbie felt her head begin to spin and for a moment she thought she would
collapse, pass out sprawling on the floor. Instead she leaned forward
carefully placing her face into her palms, elbows stabbing into her thighs.
“I am truly sorry” the stocky woman was saying, sounding not only genuinely
regretful but also at a loss for words. Debbie …
Jem Alaasha slowly paced the small, confined, featureless space in an
endless, pointless procession. Six measured paces, turn to the left, six
measured paces, turn to the left, over and over, just as she had done since
awakening in this empty, padded box some infinite time before. She was beyond
fury, beyond rage, beyond hatred. All her immediate anger had …
It was the sound of something going “Pop!” that woke Maria up. She had been
asleep only a little while it seemed, having got home with Joseph somewhat
late that evening.
After waiting an hour for the flying boat to arrive, Joseph and Maria had
been among the first to leave Hiro Atamo’s party. Joseph didn’t want to hang
around …
I had been thinking of redoing their dungeon for quite some time now.
As a criminal I had been more successful than I had ever imagined I could
be. It was quite remarkable that I had not been exposed thus far. My
success was surprising to myself, I had two luscious women penned up and
ready to flop and fuck …
Teri Watson sat on the bed and trembled. She was still partially clad, with her sheer up-lift bra and her brief panties and half-slip, but the way the men were looking at her told her that she would not be like that for long.
All around the bed, the men gathered, standing around, their hands in their pockets, grinning at …
They both slept very late the next morning. Bob had been at her, on her, in her most of the night. Linda woke up feeling very relaxed, very happy. Bob stirred beside her, shoving back the coven. She looked at his naked body as he slowly left his sleep. The man had given her passion. And pleasures she never dreamed …
Read More →My whole body tingled with excitement as I removed the
robe in front of the class. The eyes of twenty young
students, both male and female absorbed every inch of
my body. I searched out the ones that looked at me with
lust in their eyes. That included most of the men. A
few of the men were serious artists …
I’m sitting with my back against my husband on the
little couch I keep in my bedroom for lounging on.
We’re watching a movie on the TV. I’m not really paying
attention to the show, instead just enjoying the
closeness to my husband. I like the way he feels
against me. I can feel his muscles and I love feeling…
I’d just turned 40 and had one of those events, I’m not
going to call it a crisis, where I seriously examined
my life and I was not happy with what I saw. I was 40
and single, seeing nobody, going nowhere. I had a place
to live and a good job but took no joy from them, just
a …
Time was his home. Home was his time. To enjoy, to know, to
experience everything that ever was and ever will be. Centuries past and
future were his present always, for there was never a past or future for
him. He was the time-traveller, experiencing, intervening in, guiding the
present of millions as he became a part of their moments …