A man puts on a wet-and-messy show for his voyeur
“The first step into the swirling mixtures has us both gasping. It’s a cold feeling for me, it’s a hot sight for you. The mud clings to my naked leg, squeezing between my toes as I lower my knee into the mixture, my balls resting on the painfully algid lip of the metal container. You love it when I flinch, but it’s been awhile since I’ve bared nothing but my skin in the trough and I forgot how cold it is.”
The narrator plays three games, and attends a birthday party.
“I wanted to take him at that moment; pushing him up against the 1970′s textured wallpaper and sink my lips over his circumsized head. To bring the smooth, hairless shaft into my mouth and inhale the delicious scent of masculinity through my nostrils as his young cock bobbed against the back of my throat.”
A lecturer gives his new students a shock.
“Her eyes focused on me: steely firm with a quivering hint of vulnerability. Seductive. Strong. Sexy. Her lips pouted slightly; a small smile, a knowing grin. She knew what would happen. Her breasts bobbed slightly as she strode: the start of her tempting curves captivating my attention across her silky smooth skin.”
A young lady describes how she helps virgins.
“…And they need it; eighteen year olds who just want to fuck a hole, pound their little cock into anything that moves and fuck off. I take the raw product and turn them into lovers. Develop their skills and experience so they are fantastic between the sheets…”
A man enters into an open relationship for the first time and finds SPH.
“…I felt my body twitch as hers shook and quivered. Her legs trembled against my ears as her fingers tightened against my thighs and I exploded into an overwhelming release of intense relief that spasmed my cum into her panting mouth….”
Our narrator comes to terms with his bisexuality
“…I warned him, grunting that I was about to come, and he sucked powerfully on the tip of my prick as my loins pulsed and my cock squirted my cum into his mouth. He coughed as I withdrew, leaning against the wall. He wasn’t so innocent now, cum leaking from his lips…”
A man is reunited with his childhood friend years after they last met.
“…They weren’t as I remembered; her prominent bosom looked so touchable: adorably pert and incredibly kissable. Her cheeky smile and mischievous grin were exactly as I recalled. I stared up into her eyes just as I did all those years ago….”
An MMF bisexual threesome the night before a spicy semi-final leaves our man confused
“….He prepared himself for me: the losing man rubbed the slippery water-based lube into his arsehole for me, subjugating himself and readying his body for my penetration. The pillaging of his vulnerable arse, given meekly to me after he lost the battle….”
Short erotic story: a man spanks and fucks his submissive wife.
“…She’s mine: the acceptance of my collar is the acceptance of my domination. Her eyes swam with excitement the day I first fastened it: savouring the symbol of her submission as she stared lovingly into my eyes. A new connection between us, a new bind holding us tightly. A powerful, never-ending commitment to each other….”
A pornography shoot with a cum-eating, chastity-wearing man and a rather, wicked woman.
“….”He’s so big …” She cried loudly, more for the camera than for me. She glanced at my restrained cock, caged painfully in a clear plastic prison for her entertainment. His fierce grunts signified a barrage of cum being pumped into her pussy…..”
A man on Pussy Patrol meets a rule-breaker but she has the last laugh.
“…But I wasn’t the real enemy: her lust and arousal were. The trembling cock ring was delivering unrelenting vibrations to her sensitive clit and her body was releasing the torrent of frustration with a vocal climax that echoed in the small thoroughfare….”
Chapter eight of my bisexual-male football player series.
“…I was nearer the end of the queue. His bottom was bloodied and beaten by the time I reached him. The air had been think with yells and cries, squeals and screams. Profanity filled my eardrums as player after player savaged the losing team, smashing their rumps with ever increasing harder implements…”
A half-naked woman in the kitchen leads to some oral fun.
“…Her hands pressed on my shoulders; she guided my head into her fettered bosom and then into her hairless slit. She whispered encouragement to my tongue gliding over her moistness: the sexy stranger leant back on the worktop, her arousal sparking with every flick on her intimate folds….”
Olivia wanted to play; Olivia wanted to exhibit her new toy and Claire was the chosen victim. Claire never argued against the demands and confidence of her dominant playmates: neither in the bedroom or as a “volunteer” for the regular sadistic demonstrations. She never felt able to resist the offer of immovable binds of rope, or the furious hits of impact play; she longed to have her submissive tendencies explored and her bratty attitude punished.
She pulled me from my slumber, I could barely make out her frame in the half-light. She insincerely apologised as she sat on my face. “Eat me!” She cried. “Just eat me.” I smelt the familiar aroma of cum, the unique taste I knew so well and the tell-tale drops of cum glistening from the light of my alarm clock. “Please.”
She teased relentlessly; the soft pink of her femininity regularly on display during the two weekend days as she taunted her sexuality to me. I wanted her. I wanted to fuck the little minx, hold her down and pound her pussy. Or I wanted to throw her mischievous body over her wooden log and take her from behind, slamming my cock into her as she squealed and grunted, taking my orgasm from her wretched body.