The Toy Last night I spent the whole night giving you multiple orgasms Tonight is my night You lay my naked body down on the bed and begin to finger me You stroke my wet pussy lips and my clit Then you slot in your index finger into my dripping cunt I moan in bliss as your finger works it’s way in my horny vagina Then you get my rabbit vibrator and lick it for me My pussy is already salivating with the thought that in just a moment the rabbit would be vibrating inside it You push my vibrator into my pussy and watch me scream with happiness Your left hand moves the vibrator in and out of me whilst your right hand rubs my damp clit I can feel an exploding orgasm coming and I begin to pant like a lovesick dog Suddenly my whole body trembles and shakes ... Read More»

My name is Ivy. Well, that's not really my name... but I think it sounds pretty cute, and it protects my real identity. I'm a student at University, doing a double major in English and Political Science; it's a lot of work, but I really love it. I'm pretty smart, but I try not to overdo it. I'm graduating next year, at which point I hope to take a year off to travel before going back for my Masters. I'm twenty-four, and I live with my roommates -- who are also my best friends -- in a really cute but run-down house in my favourite neighbourhood. We have a lot of fun. For the sake of my stories you'll probably want to know what I look like. I'm sort of average height - five foot five -- but I have a petite build. My hair is short and dark and usually messy, and ... Read More»

I received your email this afternoon. The fantasy about you and I together, in explicit, highly erotic detail. As I read it, it turned me on so much; I wished you were closer, not all the way across the country from me. It has been too long since we saw each other. Thinking of you brought back fond memories. I read it again. And again, the description of what you were wearing from your perfume down to your sexy shoes burned into my mind. I can see you standing there, sultry in your sexy silk and lace, your favorite strappy sandals wrapping your feet, shaping your calves alluringly. The thought of you like that was pure arousal and I was fortunate to be behind my desk with the bulge you words produced in my pants. Just reading and imagining everything you ... Read More»

My favorite sweet thing. Besides you, of course. I was introduced to it as 'spiders eggs'. I think some people have called it 'frogs eggs'. I suppose most people just call it tapioca pudding. And now I am going to combine my two all-time favorite sweets. We sit, naked, at the dining room table and I place the small container of tapioca pudding you have brought home for me between us. You eye the open container. I don't know if you want the tapioca as much as you want the way I might feed it to you. I take the container from you and I dip a breast into it, covering my areola lightly with pudding. You can still see the dark chocolate brown skin underneath. You lick your lips as I lift my tit and lick the tapioca off, tilting it slightly to get under the ... Read More»

Olivia waited, again she watched the time tick by. Face down on her bed she had some pillows piled up under her hips, and one under her head for comfort. The ball-gag in her mouth was making her drool a little... her pussy was woefully empty but there was a small vibrating butt-plug in her ass that was making her incredibly horny. Doug had told her that she had to tie herself up like this, and that he would come and play with her sometime this afternoon. He hadn't told her when, just that if she wasn't positioned like this when he got there then she was going to regret it a lot... so she'd been like this since noon and it had been 45 minutes already. She felt ready to explode. Wriggling her hips she almost teared up as her pussy burned with unconsummated desire. ... Read More»

Exhausted and overheated I fall back across the bed. You stretch out embracing me and pull me close. The rise and fall of your body echoes my own labored breaths. I can feel your sticky semi-hard cock pressing against the bare flesh of my thigh. Lacing my fingers through yours I bring your hand to my lips and kiss it gently. "I love you, honey." "I love you too, baby. What got into you tonight, darling?" you ask. As our labored breaths becomes abated I turn to you and kiss you on the lips. I tell you about my afternoon of watching the movie and masturbating. Your cock grows turgid against my thigh as you rub your hand over my latex corset. "Caroline, I don’t have to tell you how exciting tonight was or how much I enjoyed it, ... Read More»

Remember the first time you jerked off? How intense the feeling was and the sight of your cum shooting out of your dick? Well, I don't either but I still do it almost every day even though I am over thirty and married. Most women don't understand the need men have to masturbate all the time but other guys do. Even though we never talk about it, or if we do it's in the past tense. Like "oh yeah when I was a teenager I did but not any more." Bullshit. I knew that wasn't true of any of my friends: we talked about fucking all the time and would swap porno tapes back and forth with each other. We would kid each other about what we were going to do with the tapes as if it was some surprise that we whacked off to them when the wife or girlfriend wasn't around. ... Read More»

The next day, Sunday, I woke up and remembered what had happened. I sort of, I don't know, braced myself, I guess, preparing to feel weird. Or awkward. Or grossed out, or ashamed, or whatever. Something. Something bad, you know? I mean, seriously, think about it - I'd just been given a blowjob by my own sister, and I'd finger-fucked her to orgasm. Didn't that make us like insane sexual deviants or something? Doomed to years of psychotherapy at the hands of dour men with glasses and white coats? Seriously disturbed, they'd write on their clipboards. Sick and twisted beyond all human reckoning. The thing was - I didn't feel that way. So what did I feel like? Well, I still felt like me, at least. I still felt like a normal teenage boy with an addiction to ... Read More»

"I'll pay the check," Kathryn said, as the bill was placed on the table. "I can take care of it," Will replied. He had been dating Kathryn for a few weeks now. He was a junior at the local State College, and she was a graduate student. Although she had no job that she had mentioned, Kathryn paid for almost everything that they did. Will didn't mind, as he was thousands of dollars in debt from school. "Don't be silly," was all she said, as she got her purse and fished out a credit card. While she did, Will took the opportunity to give her body a good once over. Kathryn had a "sexy nerd" appeal that Will just ate up. She had long wavy black hair, wire glasses, slender face, and a well-defined body with a tight ass and what he guessed to be about 34b sized ... Read More»

It was an assignment which required finding records of old employees and Rajiv, being a prompt worker took the responsibility. He however never thought that the work, which others refused, would eventually turn as a reward to him. In the records of employees came the record of Nikita, who he had worked with. Ten years had passed, when Rajiv was new to this office. Rajiv was 20 then and Nikita 30. Both worked together in close departments but never had a real friendship. However, Nikita had a strained marriage and was living alone then. At her age, at times she flirted with Rajiv, but being new at work, Rajiv never looked at these flirts seriously. Rajiv was about to complete one year and Nikita had to leave the job. Some of her dues were pending and so her ... Read More»

Standing outside the hotel door, key poised in the lock, I take a deep breath, releasing some of the tension. I met him a few years ago online - him, manly and worldly and me, well, being me - lets just say two types that don't normally mix. Shaking my head, I still can't believe I'm standing here. Pressing my palm against the door, I take another deep breath, my breasts rising and falling rapidly. 'Now all I have to do is open it,' I whisper to myself, looking down at the key in my palm. Leaning against the doorframe, I take another deep breath, my nose twitching as I detect a hint of cologne... mmmmm... well at least he smells good. Breathing in again, my nipples tightening in some sort of primal female response, I let him fill my mind - Another challenge, ... Read More»

"One of my chores in my house is vacuuming. My wife does the dusting, and other such things, and I follow her around with the vacuum. Sometimes, I'll instead do the vacuuming the next day, especially if I'm planning to work at home and we're cleaning late. Some years ago, I read a story---maybe it was in My Secret Garden---about a woman who did her household chores while wearing a strap-on vibrator. By the time she had finished, she'd had a good number of orgasms. That always sounded like a great way to make an otherwise uninteresting activity a lot more fun, and it's a story that's stuck with me over the years. I've often wished there was some way I could do something similar. But, being a guy, I've never been able to figure out how. Oh, there have been ... Read More»

She knew there was a danger that she would feel terribly guilty and ashamed of herself afterwards, but at the moment Mary was so eager to suck on a mouthful of prick that she wasn't about to let such considerations prevent her pleasure. She had often wondered what it would be like to suck a cock and to have that cock shoot in her mouth. She had always thought of sucking a human cock, to be sure, but the ram's cock was a welcome substitute. She already knew how succulent his cum was. One of the things she wanted to ask her na�ughty friend, Lulu May, was what it was like to give a blowjob, assuming that Lulu May had done it and was willing to talk about it. Now Mary figured to get some cocksucking experience of her own. She sat up. Cupping her plump ... Read More»

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What the hell is that?" I asked Sylvia as she came in the door holding a bundle of twigs. She looked at me like I was a moron and retorted "They are pussy willows. Haven't you ever seen pussy willows before?" "Well, yes, I've seen pussy willows before. But why did you bring them home?" I looked a bit disdainfully at the woody things in her arms. She gave me an encore of the 'you're a moron' look. "Pussy willows are a rite of passage between winter and spring. Doesn't it make you happy to know that when you see the pussy willows you know that spring is just around the corner?" She looked quite content as she bustled off to put the twigs into a vase. I rolled my eyes. This is what I got for becoming involved with a country girl. Sylvia ... Read More»

I’ve known Diane for more than 20 years. We first met in Indianapolis, when she was in high school. It was an all-girls Catholic school, and I was cast in a role in the school’s spring musical. We had several important scenes together, including one that ended in a kiss. I always liked Diane tons. She was really smart, had a great sense of humor, and was a totally hip individual. Diane and me stayed friends for a few years, but then we lost track of each other. She’d gotten married and moved to New York for a while. I also got married, staying put in Indy, buying a home, raising three kids. Eventually, I got divorced, then moved to Austin, Texas, which I’d heard was a pretty cool place and had a thriving music scene. I always had some aspirations to get some ... Read More»