LOGIN“That was a lovely dinner,” Mark said, already demolishing the cheesecake. The table laughed at his appetite.
Jordan leaned in. “You get that group invite I sent you?” Rita’s head snapped up. “What group?” Mark pulled out his phone and squinted. “Neighborhood swing… what’s this?” Sandy slid onto her husband’s lap, watching them. “Just open it.” Mark and Rita read the NDA together. When they finished, the room went quiet. “How long haDr Jacobs rubbed my already swollen clit and leaned back, moaning harder as he played with me. I listened to my body and felt fingers wander down even further. I anticipated his next move. His finger slipped inside me with ease. I was ecstatic. It sent a shiver down my spine as he gently moved it in and out. In and out over and over with slow and deliberate action. I knew that he was much more experienced than me. It was hard not to be, but I had never felt like this before. The boyfriends I had in the past did not even come close to measuring up to him. His hands were magical. I could tell instantly that he knew his way around the female form. How could he not? He was a doctor after all. His free hand caressed my breasts as he slipped a second and then a third finger inside. His fingers filled my pussy, stretching it out wide enough for what was to come. I extended a hand and grasped his cock softly. I mimicked his actions, rubbing up and down tenderly until he could
Two weeks until college. Packing done, friends Melanie and Ashley accepted to the same school. On the phone Mel brought up the one thing still hanging over me. “You haven’t gone all the way with anyone yet. Get on birth control before we leave.” I was still a virgin. I finally made the appointment alone. The clinic was sterile and white. When they called my name, Dr. Jacobs stepped out and I forgot how to breathe—soft brown hair, healthy tan, muscular under the lab coat, perfect smile. Ridiculously handsome. Inside his office I sat opposite him, nerves choking me. “What can I do for you today?” I couldn’t say it. He reached across the desk and took my hand. “It’s okay. Whatever it is isn’t as embarrassing as you’re making it.” “I need birth control.” He smiled, still holding my hand. “See? Not so bad.” Blood pressure check. His cologne washed over me. Then the personal questions. “First time you had vaginal sex?” “I haven’t.” “Boyfriend?” “No.” He shook his head. “I can
This is an email I dug up from an old college girlfriend after we reconnected. Sweet slender girl, long thick dark hair. Nice memory from years ago. She’s okay with it being posted with changed names and places. We went to different colleges in the same town. Old early girlfriends are some of the greatest people in the world.From Marla:You reminded me when you wrote of the first time I stroked you to climax. It had to have been just a few months after we first got together, my second year of college. We’d been on the long bus ride back from my home in Eastham visiting my parents on the Cape that weekend. I was staying with you that night before heading back to my dorm Monday.I’d been daydreaming during the ride about your penis while you dozed or read. The more I thought about it, the more exciting it became. We’d fiddled around a little in those early days but hadn’t had many nights together. You usually just rubbed against my leg to come while we fondled and kissed.
Downtown Kansas City at 10:30 on a cold night. Tall buildings, wet pavement reflecting the stoplights, a sharp breeze pushing you along empty sidewalks. Up ahead, Club Eros—neon outline of a naked woman shaking her hips. The booth guy looks and smells like he hasn’t showered in days, bloodshot eyes, puffy bags. Ten bucks. Black smiley-face stamp on your hand. “Enjoy the show.”Inside, the smoke hits first—cigarettes, sweat, cheap perfume. You take a table toward the back, not too close. Wallet half-open: a five, a ten, six ones. Just enough to wait out the cold. Black leather couches along the walls, men with hands in their laps. You shake your head, telling yourself you’ll never end up like that.A beat drops. The announcer’s voice rolls over the speakers: “Starting off tonight’s festivities… a home-grown Kansas City girl… she’s sexy… she’s sultry… and if ya get too close she’ll bite your dick off… put your hands together for Club Eros’ own… VIXEN!”You know the song—Nine Inch Nail
The crotch of her boyshorts remained moist. Not moist. Wet. "Do you feel it?" "Oh yeah!" Somehow, my penis, cruelly trapped in my panties got harder. "You are nevertheless half-dressed," Sammy said. "I’m nearly nude" She unfastens my belt and opened my fly. I’ve gone commando along with my suddenly-freed cock. "Oh my!" She bent her hands around my rigid rod. "I guess we’re even now." "Yeah." I press my hands against Sammy's crotch and crook my middle finger, running it up and down the moist fabric covering her slit. "Half dressed and playing with each others' crap." "We might be dressed." Sammy guides my hands on her boyshorts' waistband. I pull them down. She rips them away. "Like this." She pulled down my jeans. I finish off them. Afterward, we adopt. Naked. "You know how to handle a girl," Sammy purrs. "Perhaps you’ve had lots of?" "No. Just a few." I’d los
I’m standing at the back of a lavish condo’s rear bedroom, watching two men fuck while gay porn plays on the TV. Henry lies on his back, legs folded against his chest. Charles kneels between his thighs and slides into him.“Wow,” Sammy whispers beside me. “That is so sexy.”She’s a classic butch — short hair, work boots, blue Dockers, white men’s shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Boy-cute rather than intimidating. We’re only two hours into the party. Liquor flows freely and people keep slipping outside to smoke, so everyone is a little wasted. Sammy came with her ultra-femme girlfriend Fritzie, who’s still in the living room.I hadn’t expected to find Sammy here, watching so intently. I didn’t think butches were into male-male sex.She turns and catches me looking. “Enjoying the show?” I ask.“Oh yeah. I’ve never seen two men… for real.”We stand side by side at the foot of the bed, eyes moving between the couple on the mattress and each other. I’ve alwa
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
I made my way round to the other end of the bench. I knelt down on the floor. I ran my tongue up the inside of his leg edging my way to my goal. I licked his silky soft balls. I ran my cock up and down the shaft before plunging it into my mouth. It slammed against the back of my throat making me ga
Five wet cocks were in front of me and it was hard not to take a long hard look.I had to suppress my reaction this was a public place after all.I was in the hotel gym’s changing room. I had just finished my workout and five members of the visiting football team were just showering off as I got dres







