She was on her knees tugging at his belt with a grin that made his knees weak. Her wedding dress bunching up around her feet. “Mmm, I love your cock,” she murmured around him. “God, I love being married.” He groaned, hand in her hair, thrusting back into her face until he exploded, his white seed spattering her white dress before she came to her senses. The congregation stared, open-mouthed, some horrified, some delighted...

The lake was quiet. I was lying naked in the sun, my wife asleep beside me, when I heard something in the bushes behind me. At first I thought it was just someone taking a leak. But what I saw... fuck. I couldn’t look away. At thirty-four, married ten years, nude sunbathing with my wife isn’t about thrill anymore. It’s about quiet. We go to the same hidden lake a few times each summer. She lays out her towel, takes off he...

Book-lined shelves, musty, quiet Me, alone, aroused, silent The urge to touch. powerful, stronger Mind adrift, can wait no longer My hand slid up my thigh Under the skirt, I sighed No one would know, no one would see Just me and my dirty fantasy I stroked myself slowly Feeling every ridge, every fold Pleasure built with each caress As I lost myself in my private hell Faster, harder, i moved my hand Breaths coming quick, l...

It was supposed to be just a detour. One drink, maybe two. A roadside bar off the highway called The Iron Rack—a place Ethan remembered from years ago, where the whiskey was cheap and the pool table still had burn marks from cigarettes long stubbed out. He’d told Lena it would be quiet, out of the way. No expectations. But the moment Lena stepped into the backroom, the smell hit her first—whiskey, smoke, and something els...

Sylvia's perspective: My panties are getting wet just watching this slut sleep naked on the floor. I'm dying to play with my new toy, but I also want to savor the moment. As soon as I saw her at the club with Bryan, I wanted her at my feet. The dice game was just an appetizer. Luckily, Derek loved my idea. He was so excited about it, I got all my holes fucked that night. We have put our strategy into action, and Bryan fel...

I like cum; love it really. Have for a long time. My problem is I don’t always have access to it when I want to. This hasn’t been that big of a deal as I can usually source some after my shift at work (usually through Tinder). I recently took a different route, opting to have a load of cum delivered to me while I was working at the checkout lanes in the clothing store I work. Naturally, I couldn’t take it from the source...

It’s been three weeks. Three weeks since I let myself fall apart in that shop, in front of a stranger. I thought I’d get over it. I thought the fire would burn out, that the hunger would fade. But it didn’t. Nights are the worst. That’s when it hits hardest. When I’m alone in my bed, too quiet, and the heat inside me starts waking up. The memory of what happened in Zorba’s hits me like a hard slap. The way I felt when I t...

The sun blazed over Willow Creek Riding School, bathing the stable in golden warmth, the air thick with the musky scent of straw and worn leather. Jake, thirty and rugged, prowled the aisles, an hour early for his stable manager job interview. His boots scuffed the dirt, eyes scanning stalls, tack rooms, a shadowed barn nook stacked with hay bales—ambition crackled, ready to charm the job. Then a girl walked in, a curvy b...

I was right in the middle of a complex nine-person sex scene. Fingers flying over the keys, I was deep in it, so far gone I barely registered the world around me. Which is normal. That’s what I do when I come here, sink into a back corner of my favourite coffee shop, Black Honey, order something caffeinated and sweet, pop in my headphones, and lose myself in the dirtiest parts of my imagination. No one really pays attenti...

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...

As we walked along the white sands of the lagoon beach to look for our spot. Again, we noticed that everyone was naked. Nobody had any clothing on. There were all shapes and sizes and ages, comfortable in their nudity, just enjoying a day on the beach. Over the years of marriage to Barb, I have learnt many things, such as never pick a parking spot in the shopping Centre and never pick a spot on the beach to lay your towel...

After my wife discovered I hadn't been entirely honest with her about what happened with Molly in the car, things changed at home. She still doesn't know the extent of what went on, and I'm confident in my head that I’ve stayed strong—alright, ish—and haven't cheated on her. Though I guess it depends on the definition of ‘cheating’. To date, my son's girlfriend has cavorted herself in front of me, flashed me, let me shave...