LOGINI met Michael in my third year of college. He was handsome, athletic from the football team, and great in bed. We married after graduation. At first everything was fine — he landed a good job and climbed quickly — but the years changed him. The higher he rose, the more he drank. Two nights out with the boys became four. His beer gut grew, and our sex life withered to once a week. I loved him, but I started noticing other men.Then came the company picnic. Hundreds of people filled a lakeside park. I was already restless, so I wore shorts a size too small and a skimpy halter over an even smaller bikini, hoping Michael might finally notice. He didn’t.He introduced me to Brett, who worked under him, and Phil, who supervised the interns. Both were around our age, fit, and married — though their wives hadn’t come. We hit it off immediately. When Michael left for the restroom I slipped into easy flirting. They answered in kind, trading sexual innuendos until he returned and dragged me off
Johnny Owen lay half-drunk on the couch, papers and an overturned whiskey bottle scattered around him. His dog Billy kept nudging him with a yellow ball. “Leave me alone,” he muttered. “I’m a failure.” One Booker Prize novel, then nothing. Writer’s block had crushed him. He forced a call to his publisher. “I can’t do it, Mark. My writing’s shit.” “Relax,” Mark told him. “You’re Johnny Owen. Take the pressure off and bring something when you’re ready.” Johnny showered, took Billy for a short walk, and came home to find a familiar car next door. Sarah Parker was back. She stepped outside in short shorts and a thin bra that barely hid her nipples. She smiled. “Hello, Johnny. I’ll check in on you soon.” He nodded and went inside, the image of her staying with him longer than it should have. Once inside, he felt the bulge of his
Claudia knew she had never ached that much with desire for sexual gratification, but Kim's strokes left her fulfilled in all manners of her lustfulness. Up and down on her tickled crotch he thrust, working them both slowly, but surely to a release. He moved from atop her body to lay on his side and they lay facing each other with eyes open. Claudia stared into the eyes of a man barely able to keep focus as his hips whipped hers and she smiled, enveloped by bliss. He smiled too, panting as he fucked her. She shut her eyes and basked in the wholeness, allowing him fulfill his desired thrill with her body. His breath on her face awakened her senses and she opened her eyes to see him struggle for a kiss. She craned towards his mouth and they kissed like lovers, locking lips and working their tongues feverishly. He grinned knowingly before suddenly spasming and squeezing her butt cheeks with heightened pressure. His tempo increased and his cock in
Mark worked himself off his pants and by the time she squatted to blow him he was as hard as a rock. She swallowed gently, gagging and choking at the firmness of Mark's cock, which was nothing like Kim's. Scintillations of excitement thrashed all about her insides as she sucked on Mark's cock. Her pussy flooded under Kim's steady massages. Different sensations from different angles met at the core of her being and ever so slightly did she quiver when it overwhelmed her. Kim licked her back, using his teeth on her bra as a tool to unhook it and the sensations like a catalyst caused her to deep throat and gag on Mark's firm meat. "You're snatching my soul!" Mark grunted as she deep throated the second time on his cock. Kim's soft hands felt up her breasts and her head rolled in the direction that was the source of pleasure. He squeezed both mounds in his hands, scraping her nipples carnally with his fingers and she writhed as the sensations tore through h
Claudia’s purse slipped to the floor as Kim’s lips crashed against hers. Their tongues tangled while their clothed bodies pressed hard together, the shared heat rising fast and leaving them both breathless. She wondered what he must think of her. His scent was foreign, rich, and intoxicating. He was careful with her even as he rushed, like a man who had finally found water in the desert. This was the chance she had been waiting for — a way to reclaim the part of herself that had gone cold for too long. Stopping now was unthinkable. They moved blindly through the dark room, guided only by touch, until they reached a firm surface. He laid her down carefully, never breaking the kiss. His tongue traveled from her lips to her chin, sending sparks down her spine. Nimble fingers slipped beneath her shirt, massaging warm skin as she trembled under him. When he paused, the spell briefly broke and she thought of Mark. “Is there a pro
She wrapped her legs around him, now sitting on his lap as she quivered and moaned. He let out a grunt as well acknowledging her tightness and wetness. “Oh fuck yes!” Khloe gasped as she began swinging her hips back and forth while she stroked her swollen, reddish clit. “Yes baby!” Dave replied breathlessly. He could feel the pressure of her walls against his cock, like a pressure cooker over his groin. The slick friction offered from the position she was straddled in, made him grunt out as he began to pounding her from below with enthusiastic intensity while he noticed she was staring deep into his soul with each stroke he gave her. The two bodies coiled into each other on the queen size bed. For what seemed like hours the two of them fucked, kissed, rubbed, and grasped like wild animals as they took turns to deliver deep strokes. Every inch of skin explored. Khloe was a grown woman with much more experience than Dave. He was trying as much a
My best friend Jade and I have been having sex to avoid getting pregnant. We didn’t want to end up a trailer park cliché, pregnant teen. But we needed sex. So we had sex with each other. It's great, but I’ve always felt like it wasn’t enough. Like I need to have a cock in me. I’ve never had sex with
Sara Johnson was three months post-divorce and horny. At thirty-six years old, she was done with playing the good girl after leaving her sexless marriage and had just spent the evening literally charming the pants off of her date. They had agreed to meet at a local bar, and after a few drinks, she
The silence in her in-laws’ sprawling suburban home was a heavy, oppressive thing. Lois was two days into a week of house-sitting, and the novelty of unlimited cable and a fully stocked fridge had worn off. She’d cleaned everything that wasn’t nailed down, rearranged the pantry by food group, and w
"That's it, sweetheart. Just like that. Take it all."Nick's voice was a low, gravelly command, utterly unlike the soaring tenor that had electrified the stadium just an hour before. It was intimate, raw, and it vibrated through Adrienne’s skull as her lips stretched around the thick head of his co







