Seven or eight weeks after I first modelled for Jonty we had become ‘lovers’, nothing too serious; it couldn’t be with his job; more ‘friends with benefits’; I’d stop over at his place a couple of nights a weekend after work when we would fuck like rabbits, with nothing ‘off the table;’ even light bondage

Kelly woke before the sun had even thought of coming up and edging through the shades that covered Emma’s bedroom window. She rolled onto her side and watched her eighteen-year-old little sister peacefully sleeping beside her. The night before was like a dream. First, seeing Emma masturbating and the two of them ending up naked

The first shot of jizz described an arc as it left the tip of Jack’s cock, landing just above his collar bone. By far the strongest orgasm he’d ever had, subsequent spurts followed as he emptied his sac, eyes squinched shut and his mind intent on one of the wrongest things he’d ever contemplated.But let’s

After Bill walked out the door I could only sit on the couch and ponder what the hell just happened? Bill had fucked his stepdaughter, my wife! Shit fire! I hadn’t meant for that to happen. And all this started because Macy wouldn’t swallow? This was her fault right or maybe it was mine? I

My mother is a devout Catholic and insists that we attend Mass every Sunday. At times she is in crisis, she stops to attend morning Mass every day on her way to work. She prays for me and for my father who passed away several years ago. My father died when I was six and

Author’s note: Like most of my stories, this one doesn’t immediately dive into action. It builds the scene and characters first, with a heavy focus on the seduction process itself. The main character, Ryan, may be frustrating to some with his initial passivity and uncertainty, but that was a deliberate choice. I wanted to explore

I had a month until graduation from High School. Here I was, 18 and no longer a virgin, the new master of my home, and both parents. The real oddity lay in the fact that my world had totally flip upside down. If this were a dream, please god, do not wake me. With every

Susan was uneasy as she sat across from Andrew at the breakfast table. She’d rehearsed the speech she was about to deliver about a thousand times, but she was still nervous to the max. But now was not the time to back down. She took a deep breath and started.”Andrew, I need to talk to

It had been a few days since Adelaide had left me on the porch, but I could not stop thinking about that night. I refrained from trying to catch sight of her during her morning jogs since I did not want to get in the middle of anything. Heck, I would text her if I