Sav felt boneless as she lay splayed out over Celeste’s lap, a silent, all-consuming rush flowing through her ears. She was only vaguely aware of her other senses, giving her hazy impressions of what had just occurred. Her arms sore from holding up her curvy frame, her bottom sizzling with lingering heat. Had it been mere minutes since she’d wandered boldly into her roommate’s room? It felt like lifetimes had passed, tran...

About 2 weeks ago, my wife and I had our first threesome. We met Chris, a much taller, more muscular, broader guy than myself, at our favorite Mexican spot and somehow ended up at his house all naked together. Our sex life over the past several years had been getting stale and almost boring. Since that adventure with Chris, though, in the past two weeks, we haven't gone more than one day without having sex. Sometimes it's...

“Pose one more time for me.” His voice echoed in her mind like a command carved in stone. Sophie shivered—head bowed, body still trembling as she slowly turned to face him again. She was soaked, her own arousal running down the inside of her thighs. Iain hadn’t touched her enough. Not nearly enough. And yet she was ruined. He watched her, waiting. Her breath caught. Then, without breaking eye contact, she sank back onto h...

“Tickets and resort booked using your credit card. Await further instructions on packing.” Mistress Victoria’s message flashed on my phone. I was buzzing with excitement for our weekend getaway to the island. Mistress Victoria and I were headed to a secluded resort in the Atlantic. It was a sex-positive, clothing-optional paradise. The thought alone was enough to make my cock throb with anticipation. For the last ten days...

Sav peered out the window and let her lips curl up into a contented smile. It was truly beautiful here, in this small cottage just off the coast of Maine. Summer was hanging on with vengeance, but every so often she heard whispers of Autumn. She was grateful for the peace and quiet that this artists’ retreat had provided her with. A self-taught painter, she never thought that fooling around with watercolors would’ve lande...

As our relationship was maturing, I was turning into a beautiful doll, always ready to serve my love, my doctor. My visits to his house became more frequent. The moment I step into his den and see this gorgeous man, I, in my mind, turn into the most subservient female that one could ever imagine. I become weak on my legs with just one intention, and that is to serve my master. He wanted to see me transform into a sexy lad...

On a relaxed weekend, I was browsing Lush Stories, drooling over the pictures and jerking off to the steamy sex stories, when I stumbled upon Mesaman’s profile. He was a 65-year-old bisexual man, and the moment I saw his photos, my jaw dropped and my cock started leaking. He was my dream Dom. Muscular, tall, with a thick white cock. God, I moaned softly and licked my lips as I watched his jerk-off videos. I immediately fo...

Let me call myself Derick for this story. If I have to describe my physical attributes – I am 42 with a dad bod, a little overweight, man boobs, and a supple body. Not very attractive, I think. But I like my midriff, which any woman will love to have. Deep navel and super soft skin. Now you must have guessed my sexual orientation as well. Yes, I am married with kids. Love women. I have had multiple affairs with women. But...

It was a gloomy day in Manhattan. The seasons were shifting, and the city was bracing for nonstop drizzles and cold gusts of wind. Streets shimmered under a wet gray sky, people rushed past with umbrellas, and the air smelled like wet concrete and coffee. As for me—I’m in my mid-20s, and have been in the U.S. for a while now. Pale brown skin, moderately fit thanks to on-and-off workouts, and taller than most from where I...

Most people who know me would not consider me submissive. I don’t really consider myself a submissive. In spite of this, four years ago I did find myself at the end of a leash, wearing only a collar, being led around like a dog as I crawled on my hands and knees. Looking back on those days I realize that this was the result of a perfect confluence of circumstances. Had the timing not been what it was, those days would hav...

As if you were Aphrodite herself, you had stood in nothing but your lingerie, tantalising lace hugging your porcelain curves. Then with a kiss that bore a hint of divinity, you wrapped red satin around my eyes and bound my hands with crimson rope. My heart raced as the rope pinched my skin and drew my forearms together as if in devoted prayer. You made it tight, far tighter than last time when I wiggled free. Blindfolded...