Claire had been stuck in meetings all week, as the company came up to the end of financial year they’d been running over the budget. Claire was not a critical member of the finance team but as the head of a department she was required to sit through the tedious week long meeting to discuss which teams were getting what money. Monday had left her drained, Tuesday had sapped the remaining will to live, Wednesday and Thursday were just a blur of faces and graphs. Friday was shaping up to be just as bad as the rest but at least she had the weekend to look forward to now. Continue reading “Picture Me Naked”
Happy Birthday Baby
Claire had been a typical country girl moved to the city. Living out west she’d dreamed of one day moving to the big smoke to live amongst the hustle and bustle of the metropolis. Sitting in a small kitchen in the little apartment that she shared with her boyfriend Bonham, she sipped her tea as she considered his latest request. Both had had limited sexual experiences before they met but since discovering the pleasure of shared sexual moments they had made an effort to try new things.
Bonham’s latest request was also his most bold request. He wanted a threesome. With Claire and her friend Natasha. As Claire drank her tea she was texting Natasha about meeting up for coffee so that she could broach the idea.
First Time on the Couch
Another typical Friday afternoon, I was dozing at work wondering what I was going to do that night when I got an SMS from my friend Joe. One of my closer friends, Joe and I often hung out on the weekends. We were both pretty nerdy, computer games and movies featured highly on our list of things to do. Unlike most friendships, ours also included a sexual side. We’d stumbled upon our shared interest in certain genres of porn during a drunken night of debauchery and since then we had occasionally indulged ourselves by watching it together and even jerking each other off. We never discussed our sexuality at any point, it was just something that felt nice to do and since we were both single there was nothing to stop us but ourselves. Continue reading “First Time on the Couch”
GTA Buddies
We’d been hanging out as best friends for as long as I could remember. We lived on the same street and our mutual tastes in friends, games, and hobbies led us to be quite close. We shared everything together. As we reached puberty we even shared our porno collections. That first Hustler smuggled home from the older kids at school, our bond so close, we thought nothing of it when we first jerked off to it together. We certainly didn’t think of ourselves as gay, we just enjoyed jerking off and didn’t care if we did it together or alone. Continue reading “GTA Buddies”
Angela’s Seduction
Chris was a shy guy, not traditionally handsome or attractive to the ladies, he had had a few high school girlfriends who had made out with him but since hitting university his time had been taken up with study and work. He still noticed the fairer sex but they didn’t seem to notice him. It was until his economics class in his 2nd year that he started getting noticed. Not by a lot of women, just one in particular. Angela was a perfect 50s pinup girl. Perfectly styled hair, intense makeup, big boobs, wide hips, narrow waist, and an impeccable 50s dress sense that somehow was also ultra modern. Chris was a nerdy guy, short and skinny, he often wore shirts from the metal gigs he’d been to with his dark, baggy trousers. He had no idea why she was attracted to him but since the start of their class together she’d been working her way to him getting closer and closer. She would volunteer to be on his team for group projects or he’d find her sitting next to him in class. He found her exceptionally attractive but was to shy to act upon it. Angela finally made her move during a two person group project when she realised his shyness was stopping him. Continue reading “Angela’s Seduction”
A Week Without
Patience was not a virtue that Jacinta held too strongly but this week she had tested herself to the limits. The impending weekend was one she had promised herself to wait for. It was only Wednesday afternoon and she was daydreaming at her desk, thoughts floating through her head about the plans she had made for herself. An entire week without masturbation. She had last cum the previous Sunday, twice she had played with herself in the hopes of making it through the week.
Fleshy Femme Fatale – Part 2
This is Part 2 of a Series called Fleshy Femme Fatale. Originally written as a stand-alone story, Fleshy Femme Fatale had potential for growth and what you see below is that growth. I suggest you read Part 1 first but Part 2 could also be read as its own stand-alone tale.
It had been a few weeks since she had first discovered her fondness for his fleshlight, she played with it as often as she could. The supple feeling of the fake labia against her own inflamed lips drove her to some of the most intense orgasms she could remember having. Her legs were often weak and wobbly from the frequency of her masturbation. During this time she had stopped having sex with her boyfriend and was solely masturbating and he was starting to complain. She had considered buying herself her own fleshlight so she wouldn’t have to keep borrowing his until an idea dawned on her that would solve her problem and his.
Spanking the New Girl
He’d been with the company for years. He was a stern gentleman, everything was ordered and always in place. He was ruggedly tall with broad shoulders. His no nonsense manner brought him much respect, when he spoke people listened. Unlike the typical alpha male he did not need to continually display his control, with a softly spoken word and a piercing stare he would get exactly what he wanted with little fuss. Other alphas paled under his stare.
A Honey Covered Treat
For this story I was given a challenge. It had to be a scene that included handcuffs, a zucchini smeared with honey, and a blindfold. There must be three totally naked people and one must have a multiple orgasm.
Here is what I came up with.
Jessica had been walking around the Fruit Market for some time, contemplating the various phallic objects available for purchase. Her thoughts drifted to the naked and helpless husband she had locked to the four poster bed with her handcuffs that she had left at home. He was in for a surprise when she found a suitable vegetable. She was in a state of great arousal as she paced the aisles, her thighs were damp as her nectar oozed from her inflamed pussy. Pausing before the zucchinis she moaned as a throb of excitement crashed over her body, she knew this would be the object that would suit her purpose. Gathering up three of various sizes she headed towards the checkout, collecting a jar of honey on the way. If only the checkout chick knew of her plans.
Her Basement
He’d been tied in place for what felt like hours. His joints ached, his muscles had locked into place, his hopes for freedom had dwindled. This was not the experience he had been anticipating for the last week.
Weeks ago his girlfriend had pinned him down and made him confess his darkest secret. Under the unrelenting force of her pulsing quim squeezing his close to bursting cock she coaxed a confession out of him.
And that was how he had wound up in his current dilemma, tied to the stair railings in the basement, his arms outspread, resting on his knees, completely naked apart from a small steel cage locked around his small, flaccid member.