Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories…. Part 2 – The Video Store Recap of Part 1 (Found my Married next door neighbor masturbating to a movie I left in her house. Then she spent the whole day sucking my cock around her house. Then I left her instructions to wash my clothes, not kiss her husband when he got home from work.) Part 2~~~ I watched Brenda naked body jiggle as she walked out of my view. A few minutes later, I saw her husband Frank walk by his kitchen window. He reached into the fridge to get something to eat. I walked upstairs to my room. I still had a big smile on my face as I reached into my closet to get my silk bath robe. It was red, with black trim. It reminded me of an old time Playboy robe. I looked in the mirror to see myself. My cock was already semi hard thinking about what just happened. I almost could not wait for Brenda to bring over my laundry. I wonder how long it would take for her to come over. About an Hour later. I heard a small knock at the back door. I got off my black leather chair in the living room. I was not sure if she would knock on my front door or the door to my back yard. I walked into the kitchen. I pulled the d****s back. I looked through the glass in the back door. I smiled. Brenda was standing inches from the door. She had her left foot on the 3rd wooden step. She was wearing exactly what I left on her bed. She had the small blue shirt on. It was stretched over her large breast. The "V" in the middle showed off her deep …
Our Stories: Hawaii Vacation – Part 1
When my wife and I got married in 1999, we went to Hawaii on our honeymoon. We stayed a few nights in Honolulu and then flew over to Maui for a week. It was a fantastic time and we vowed to go back for our five year anniversary. While there the first time, we were talking to another couple we had met in our hotel and talked about a resort on Maui that catered to a “sexual crowd.” They told us about extremely private accommodations, couples massages that ended in happy endings for both parties, parties that sounded a lot more like orgies than parties, and more. We had all been drinking that night, so we weren’t sure what to believe. Once we decided we were definitely going back, we decided to look more deeply into this resort. What we found online was pleasantly surprising. While the website for the resort looked totally normal, reading the reviews around the internet confirmed a lot of what that couple had mentioned. We booked a private cabana that included our own hot tub, mini swimming pool, and all glass shower with skylight. The cabanas looked like they were in groups of four together with privacy walls between each. On the beach side of the cabana, there were balconies that overlooked the beach and ocean. It looked like that was the only place there was even a chance to see your neighbors while staying in the cabana. The trip was booked over our wedding anniversary, so we planned a special day complete with a couples massage and sunset dinner. Sheri spent a lot time …
The Stories of Laura, Part 2, Getting to know her
I had mixed emotions on the drive home after meeting the author of so many intimate stories that was, in part, based upon myself and my sensuality. Here I am, married, and I'm having active fantasies about an older man who is turning me into jelly. Who I let touch me so intimately just a few short minutes ago. Who I want to release the whirlwind of sexual appetite that I have. Somehow I arrive home without incident or accident, unless you count the drenched panties I have on. Taking a few moments to collect myself I enter my humble abode and a return of my daily life. But instead, I rush to my computer and check for an e-mail I'm hoping is there. And it is. It read: "Hi, I hope you made it home okay and thank you so much for meeting today. I hope the liberties I've taken was okay. You seemed to show interest in being led overall and with stories in topics like this and would love to show you how a sensual massage would really make you feel sexy, especially if I were to verbally tell you a story at the same time. And, as I have shared before, I would just enjoy hoping you realize your sensual self as I can. When you have a moment just let me know what path you'd like the next story or another piece of information to base a story on and I'll write up something lickety-split." I couldn't think at the moment and really needed to digest everything. It took about a week before I responded, "I'd like you to write about our next meeting. How would it go and what would happen." …
The Sexcapades of Aurora & Dylan – Chapter 2
The Sexcapades of Aurora & Dylan – Chapter 2 Prologue: I started writing "The Sexcapades" series to find an outlet for my deep sexual desires. Although the story is based from my own point of view, and experiences, the majority of it is fictional, and something I find deeply arousing to put into words. No longer trapped in my own mind. The stories all revolve around Aurora and Dylan, incestuous twin sisters. Once Jason was is drawn into their world, the three lovers live out what people only fantasize, and dream about. I plan to keep writing them for the readers and myself. Although some of the writing will be controversial, and wrong to societies standards, I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to send my your comments and suggestions. You never know, some of it may help me shape the next chapter of the story. If you liked the story, make sure to RATE it once you have finished reading. Chapter 2 – Mother: Freedom, I thought to myself as I watched my soon to be ex wife drive away. For the most part things had settled some since our initial talk on the subject of divorce, last Saturday. Initially she took my decision to end things hard. Screaming and yelling about my reasoning, all of which just danced around the truth. I had discovered she was cheating, and had been for some time, with and old flame that she reconnected with through Facebook. When she went on accusing me of infidelity and the such, all I had to say was his name, and she immediately retreated, realizing that I was …
Ladyboy Memories
I must admit that I went kinda far with "artistic license" on a few of my personal stories. i really was a skinny, pretty lil ladyboy whore when I was, um1…young3 My little titties looked very big on my skinny little body too. It's my fondest memory. I was beautiful. Yes, I did a lot of prostitution too. My step f-ther made it possible by using estrogen cream on me because he wanted a fuck toy. He was a sick, selfish fuck. He taught me to suck dick, he trained my ass pussy and I continued training my ass and using the estrogen on my own. I did a few neighbor men and they gave me money and gifts like weed, liquor, jewlry. The neighborhood boys didn't have much to offer except for weed and cool knives and stuff but I would do them free sometimes. Everyone kept it secret because they weren't "faggots" but they kept coming back for more of me. 😉 Yes there was a club where they'd let me in to service the old pervs who wanted a cute little titty boy. They got most of the money though so I had to beg my clients for extra money and gifts. I went to their private homes when their wives and k!ds weren't home, I did some private parties and they made me do really gross disgusting things. I was so foolish putting myself in danger because any one of them could have strangled me and dumped me somewhere but I was careful to get doctors, lawyers, engineers, all educated professional men. Yes I did have an old army foot locker that I painted blue where I kept my dr*gs, money, liquor and …
The Repression of Truth in Erotica
There is a creeping attempt to sanctify the truth in sexual literature in the name of social good. I see it here and in other adult literature boards. It is not the fault of the editors as they try to balance freedom of expression with staying off the censors hate system. Please do not confuse this discussion with the matter of child porn in videos or on line. Here I am talking about the loss of being able to accurately portray stories in words based on real life incidents or fantasies. This is not a promotion of child exploitation. Society would have you think that young people wait until they are of legal age before they pull down their pants and explore the fun parts of their bodies. In truth, the University of Michigan Health System found that children discover their genital parts by age 6 months for boys and 11 months for girls. In fact most children play with their genitals fairly regularly by age 5-6, both boys and girls. (University of Michigan Health Service, web address umich.ed/yourchild/topics/masturbation). Ultra sound evidence indicates boys at least may actually play with themselves in the womb. Playing Doctor and other childhood games are a normal part of development. They do not represent a perversion on the youngster’s part, just human sexual development. By the time society deems it proper for us to discuss consensual sex with minors (age 16 in most areas), 40% of kids have already had sex. I myself was X years old when the neighborhood slut, who was X+ …
The first time, How I became a Hotwife
I have decided to share here some true stories of what has happened over the last 3 years. I am 32 and been married since I was 24. I have two wonderful children and a great husband. We live a normal life in an upper middle class neighborhood. I am fit and love running, yoga, and mild weight lifting. I am 5’-3”, and around 115 pounds. I have D-cup breast which are full, and my husband says I have perfect nipples, the kind he says stick out just the right amount. 4 years ago we had a party and one of our good friends shared that they were swingers. My husband wanted to hear everything about it. Our friend shared that she liked to be with other men and it made her feel young and sexy. My husband and I have always had a great sex life, and we had never talked about playing around. Over the next 6 months my husband started talking about me sleeping with another man. He said he was not that interested in seeing other woman, but the thought of me having sex with another man really turned him on. And to be honest, it did make me a bit horny thinking about it. I told him to be careful of what he asked for. I was not sure he would really be ok with me having sex with another man. Every fall we have an “end of the summer” party where we invite many friends over. We have a very large area behind our deck where we have a barbeque and some games. We have a building next to our house where we keep our RV and have our lawnmowers and tools. In that building we also have an extra refrigerator …
Bedding the Babysitter Ch 06
BEDDING THE BABYSITTER CHAPTER 6 Summary: Cheerleader Jenny goes on her first lesbian date. A summary of the first five parts (although if you have not read them, I highly suggest you do…especially part 3 for this one) Part 1: 18 year old Jenny is a shy, curious babysitter who is pulled into the lesbian lifestyle by her pretty, seductive neighbor and employer, Megan. Part 2: Jenny is taken out for a makeover where she meets her school crush (cheerleader Karen) and ends up the lesbian club (La Château) where she accepts unconditionally that she is a submissive lesbian. Part 3: Jenny, now a sub to cheerleading captain Karen, ends up becoming popular, sets new fashions, starts seducing a female teacher and ends up as the pet for a group of cheerleaders at a retreat. Part 4: Jenny attempts to complete her seduction of her pretty teacher. Part 5: Returning home, she walks in on her Mom who has submitted to Karen. Shocked, Jenny listens to how her mother became a sub just like her. Note 1: As always a great thanks to Estragon for his copy-editing of my work. His countless hours editing mine and other writers’ work is critical to the quality work available on this website. Another thanks to LaRascasse for his thoughtful suggestions. Note 2: A special thanks for the patience of my readers as this series has been a labour of love for me. And although I spend a lot of time on all my stories, this series is the one closest to my heart and thus I don’t release a chapter until I am …
Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss
The whitewashed walls and brick-layed streets of Sandava gleaned bright in the sun, unlike surrounding cultures such as Mandalva, Trocust and Chalda. Those people managed decent lives but not with the oppulence of Sandava. Shadi was the eldest son of a Sandavan High Judge and if he studied well and kept his nose clean, he was the likely successor to his father's high position. He had done well with those things until his 22nd birthday when he began to have feelings and passions that he could not explain. Since his youth, he had enjoyed the storytellers and their great tales of life in those other cities and especially the tales of Chalda and of surreal blue-eyed demon-vixens and super eagles snatching men from the ground. Shadi didn't believe it all, but nonetheless he wondered if a measure of truth might have conceived many a tale. Perhaps the stories were more to keep Sandavan boys from wandering to the strange and foreign charms of their neighbors, especially those of Chalda where the females had those dark and mysterious eyes and smooth aloofness. As he grew into a young man, the storytellers began speaking of sexual tales and most were of Chalda where it was alleged that every form of sexual perversion that any person could desire could be found in the depths of Chalda's many dens of iniquities because, according to legend, the Chaldains nodded their heads to any sex act of any kind, involving willing people, no matter how taboo or forbidden it might be elsewhere. Of …
Family Moves Forward Part 5
CHAPTER 10 Well mom was right. We no sooner finished fucking when the doorbell rang. “Who the fuck could that be?” Mom said as she crawled off of my wilting cock. She pulled her summer dress on over her head and headed for the front door. “I’ll get dressed.” I said. “No you don’t have to do that. This is your home, and I’m not going to let anyone in.” She went into the living room and opened the front door. “Mom!. I thought you just called.” “I did, honey, why didn’t you pick up?” “I was busy. I was going to call you back.” “Well I called from the car, I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop buy. I don’t hear from you,” she said as she walked into the family room, where I was hopping around trying to pull my pants up over my wet cock. “Oh, what’s going on here?” “Nothing Grandma. How are you?” “I’m fine. I was just going to talk to your mother about Sarah. Your Grandmother Wilson called and told me that she came over for a visit.” “A visit Mom?” mom said. “Come on really?” “Well a bit more than a visit,” she said putting her purse down on the coffee table. “Are you going to offer me some tea or coffee?” “Plum out,” mom said. “Really? No tea?” “Okay, Stevie get your grandmother some hot tea. The tea bags are in the canister.” Then she directed my grandmother to sit. “So you’ve been talking to Dave’s mother?” “Yes, and such an idea, no sex except only to have babies?” “That’s what she wanted.” “And you sent her to the Wilson's for advice, and not to me?” “Actually it …
I had 3 way last night and it was awesome
It was a slow sunday night at my favorite bar — which usually means I'm going to find some way to get myself into trouble. I'm drinking a whiskey cocktail when some obscenely young couple slides up next to me. They barely look old enough to be there. He's the typical lanky techbro type with curly hair and glasses, and she's a petite, voluptuous scene girl with pink hair and a houndstooth dress that barely covers her areolas. I didn't think there were any "scene" girls left. What a treat. They looked confused at the menu, and I do love providing clarity on life's problems. So I begin explaining the various drinks to them, and encourage them not to worry — everyone has to start somewhere. They get their drinks and she starts subtly flirting with me. Prolonged eye contact, fidgeting, biting the lip, etc. He's naturally oblivious. They reveal that they're 21, and they've been dating for a year. So we have a few more drinks, share some more stories, and eventually the conversation comes around to sex. We start idly discussing fantasies and she mentions, "I've always wanted to be fucked by two guys at once". I quip that she certainly seems up to the task, but I barely know her. We have a good laugh and finish our drinks. Amateur night, but I suppose I'm the magnanimous type. They mentioned that they're looking for a neighborhood, so I invite them to my place for one last whiskey. We arrive at my condo and within the first drink, she starts turning the conversation back to sex. …
Crescent City Secrets – Chapters 3&4
This is a reposting of my erotic fiction novel, Crescent City Secrets. I have written 3 non-fiction books about my own personal sexual adventures, but I feel like New Orleans is a city full of sex and sensuality and I wanted to tell some stories that didn't have to do with me. I'll be posting the entire book here to Xhamster. I hope you like it. If you want to read more of my work, look for details on my profile. XO – Kate Crescent City Secrets by Kate RousseauChapter 3 The next morning, Haley found herself up early in the morning. She left Andrew sl**ping soundly in their big white King sized bed. She threw on some shorts and a tank top and went out onto her porch. The morning air was already warm and humid. Haden could feel Spring turning into Summer already. She grabbed a pitcher and began watering the array of plants she had on their porch. As the soft air began to soak into her skin, she realized that the weather was an integral part of this new city. It felt intimate and friendly and the smell was comforting. An older Lincoln drove around the loop heading out and Haden waved at the Cornings. They were an elderly retired couple that lived on the other side of Penny. Mr. Corning always made Haden smile because he reminded her so much of Morgan Freeman. He even sounded like him. The Cornings waved as they drove past. Not a minute later, she saw Penny coming over to her yard. She was carrying a thermos and wearing an enormous pink bathrobe and flip flops. A cigarette …
Maria
With my past stories receiving such high marks, I am inspired to write more of them. This is a story, with a plot. Please judge it as so. Those wanting the dirty words to arouse you, skip to about ½ ways down. This story was inspired by past events in my life. Some true; but mostly fiction/fantasy/wishful. . Also, a past comment said I wrote stories with sad endings. Just for you, sir, this one has a very happy ending. A good friend became a lot closer. Me: Physically, I am just average. Not going to exaggerate about it with an 8” dick and built like a professional wrestler. We were 50 when this event took place. I am 5-7, 5 ½ to 6” dependent on arousal state, 175# , however, decently toned as my electronics job requires service calls and carrying equipment sometimes up stairs. Go to a gym here and there, and bicycle on the local trail. I stay in good enough shape to please my mate, and enjoy it myself. By staying somewhat fit, blood pressure medications are avoided or very mild, so I have never had a problem with getting erections, as some men do, at my age. My Doc said I am in good shape for my age. My job paid well with great benefits. Wife: 5-7, closer to 170# (hey, we are older), 36C with some old-droop, not very toned. No gym or workouts, but gets around OK. Was an office manager, but took early retirement. But we still have a good sex life, even after being married about 30 years. We have one daughter, who married just after high school and lives 100 miles away, with …
Samantha by loyalsock
She couldn't help herself, even though it was so dangerous now, this collection of pornography. Sex, it all its guises, all its forms, had always fascinated her, reached into her deeply. She'd been building it for years, harvesting the best from the floods of pornography that flowed across the net in the days before the ultra right took over things in the country. After that, many of her e-mail pen pals disappeared, one by one. Too many had careers or families to protect, and the net had become a dangerous place. The person who traded hot pics or stories with you one day might knock on your door with a badge and warrant the next. After college Samantha met a nice man, a bit up tight and old fashioned, but he treated her well. He joined the Promisers, bought a nice house in a nice neighborhood to hold his young trophy wife, and with a little persuasion, bought her a computer for her to keep in touch with the girls. And keep in touch Samantha did. Within weeks she was back in contact with the kink underground. Her collection of stories and artwork, safely stored away on disks, came out of hiding. She traded her best for newer stories and even more extreme artwork. Fantasies darker and hotter than she'd imagined possible found their way into her collection, and Samantha began to wish for a husband a little less old fashioned. When the knock came she was finishing a cup of coffee in front of the TV. She opened the front door and found herself face to face with a man and woman, …