Champagne fountain Stories

I tease the wrapper away, slow and deliberate, revealing the long stem and swollen tip. My fingers wrap firmly around the base, steadying it while my other hand grips the top. A firm squeeze and a little twist, I feel the pressure mounting, straining to be released. A firm pull, a wiggle, then suddenly it erupts, bursting forth, eager white wetness spilling over my fingers. I lean in, the delicate tip of my tongue swirlin...

"My name is Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson, and I’m a sex addict." The tall and curvy fifty-one-year-old swept back a stray strand of her naturally blonde hair as she addressed the group. She was attending her very first Sexaholics Anonymous session. She reluctantly agreed with the insistence of her two daughters, who were concerned about her promiscuity and excessive sexual activity. Matters had come to a head when her ch...