Someone once told me that, sex without love is just a fuck without passion. Looking over at my soon to be ex hubby, I realize that he was the prime example of that in the flesh. As I climbed out of that bed for the last time and prepared myself to le

I stand to move and you pull me back down into your arms. Raining kisses on my neck and down my back,telling me that you love me, you love us and you want more of us. I shake my head and move out of your arms,it is time for me to go. Leaving you, I l

The began as any other in the past, the sun rose and as it did it shone thru the window its shimmering streaks showing off his naked form and as always i was in awe of him. He slept hard after our session last night my body still tender from his pass

violet was walking home in the rain wearing a black trenchcoat and black fishnet stockings and black six inch heels she was on her way home from working at club ultra violet her club and her car broke down she was waking on the side of the road wh

" shiping out" It was 10pm Saturday evening Jessica was just finishing her shift at the Hospital she saw a man sitting alone dressed in His miltary Uniform she walked over wearing Her Nurses white dress unzipped just enough to reveal her c

The thought of a man masturbating alone heats up my pussy, especially when he is creative about it. I love to imagine a man by himself getting horny and having to find a way to get his rocks off. This is what I think about when I massage my clit. I c

I had chosen my outfit very carefully that evening, which didn't make much sense considering how I would be dressed later.... or not. He came in and sat down in the chair as he had been instructed to do. He took off his grey suit jacket, loosing

5 pleasures for Master and 5 punishments for me. What could Master like? What would be a punishment that would actually punish? Some things can be both. Pleasure can turn into punishment as forced orgasms over and over or punishment into pleasure

Rough English Translation: Hello, I lived Hameia reads stories to Hindi. Matter and thought of writing your story now too. I will tell I'm live in Jaipur. In the matter of when I was 12, in front of my house there was two Aladkaia. Both were cool

Alice lay on the floor panting, a sheen of sweat on her forehead after the forced orgasm she had just experienced. Half an hour into our first training session she didn't look like she would be able to make it through the rest of the hour. I had

(Some prior notes about me, this story and my writings: If MALE bisexuality, crossdressing or interracial sex bother you, don't bother reading this further. Many have had secret fantasies about what it would be like to be the opposite sex, during sex

I think the most devastating thing about my divorce was the fact that I did not see it coming. In retrospect I take all of the blame. I was lost in my work and to be honest I never loved her. I married Katherine because our families expected it. A

This is a true story of how my wife got me the promotion I deserved. My company's annual conference was being held abroad in the South of France, and spouses were encouraged to attend. It was a beautiful resort, and my wife jumped at the chance to co

We've been married for over 30 years and he's the only guy I've ever been with! I love my husband but he just fucs to get himself off, he doesn't worry if I ever shoot! He fuckes me hard and with no feelings! I've always herad "H

My Auntie Laura is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Now that may sound a little disturbing, but I must point out that she is not my blood relation. Laura just happened to marry my uncle. My first ever feelings of sexual attraction were o

I met Victoria (not her real name) online 10 years ago. She lives in Boston, I live in Charlotte but we talk on the phone several times each week. We try to see one another at least twice each year. We have had some very hot times. Victoria is very p

The sun was shining, the sky a bright blue and it was all systems go for an evening barbeque. Alex, my wife's niece was staying with us as you may have read in my other stories and she had gone to get some beer and wine. The garden was all set, wi

Chapter Three (Someone is watching them) It wasn't quite five past when Debbie heard the back door open and then close again a moment later. She heard as the door bolt was slid across and swallowed nervously. "Debbie? Debbie where are you?"