I awoke an hour later to find dawn emerging from the kitchen with two cups of coffee. She was wearing my dressing gown and had evidently showered. “I hope you don’t mind.” She said “I needed to freshen up.

She sat across from me and we chatted. It was the oddest thing. Only an hour or so before we had been strangers, since then we had fucked and now she was sat across from me in a towelling robe that was way to big for her looking so cute … I felt uncomfortable, my cock had stuck itself to my leg with a mixture of her cum and mine...

I am already crashing up against him on the way home, seeking impact. He sees the aggression before we get inside, he probably saw it building hours before, and fed it quietly all night long... slipping scraps under the table into the hungry maw when I wasn't looking. We are still giggling and being silly as I push him police-style into the apartment.

"Only cuts and bruises, no permanent damage please!" he declares. He makes me laugh...

I'm a married straight cocksucker. I say straight because I love sex with women and I don't have any other interest in guys aside from wanting to suck their cock. I've been an avid and enthusiastic cocksucker ever since the first time I blew my best friend Larry in high school.

Larry and I were best friends since grade school and when we became teenagers, we began to experiment with our new found sexuality. We started out masturbating together but quickly progressed from jerking off to giving each other handjobs and inevitably, blowjobs. At first, we did it to each other in order to have it done to ourselves, but I quickly realized that I loved the erotic sensation of his cock filling my mouth...

I'm a shy girl. I feel odd even writing this story even since I've become 'less' shy. It's difficult for me to express my desires. I'm not super kinky. I'm not really any more sexual than most people out there I'd imagine, but I do have one 'fetish' and that is being eaten out. Sure, every girl likes having a guy down there, but I have an intense desire for it. I would rather have a man go down on me or have something rubbing my clit than be fucked in my pussy by the hottest man alive. It's that important to me. Other thing is though, I like to do it myself, meaning I like to have control over the situation down there. Another thing, I don't really like vibrators all that much either nor do I like a man's hands down there all that much. So really what I'm saying is, more than I like to be eaten out, I like to ride guys' faces. It has always been a fetish of mine...

I tried to get into a groove, but laying with another person is so much different than normal masturbation. My body was overrun with the sensation of his cock slowly moving inside me, and my fingers pulling up at my clit. I couldn't figure out what to pay attention to, what would bring me to an orgasm.

I've only cum twice in front of him, and both times I was consumed with embarassment. Why? I don't know. But it's all I dream of. He is what gets me off; I replay our lovemaking time and time again in the privacy of our bed. Why can't I do it in real life? I don't know. The physical sensations are different, and I am confused by them. I don't know how to read them, how to react, what will make me hotter.

But I wanted to try. "It will take a while," I warned him meekly. He smiled and said we had all day.

Comforted, I pulled up at my labia, exposing my clit, rolling it around and stimulating myself. I felt the tugging down from his cock in my pussy, and he ran his hands across my body...

My first orgasm happened in the bathtub. Xavier Hollander told me to do it. When I was 12 or so, I was house-sitting for a neighbor. Of course I snooped around their house and found a copy of “The Happy Hooker” in which there was a passage telling about how she would lay under the faucet to get off. I knew a lot about sex for my age, but wasn’t sure exactly what this meant. However reading it made me…tingly…so I had to find out...

A few months ago, I was surfing some p on the net, and forgot to clear my history. When I got back from work the next day, my wife was pissed. She had seen the websites I was visiting, and was shocked. After i pathetically apologized to her for awhile, she said "come upstairs". She told me to take off my pants and come into the bathroom. I was wearing boxers. When I got in there she shoved the tip of my shaving gel can inside my fly and unloaded the whole can into my pubic hair. It foamed up and filled out my shorts and dripped down my leg. I said "what are you doing?". And she said "shhhh!".

She massaged my cock inside my shorts until it was good and hard and the gel was everywhere, then she told me to drop my boxers. The floor was a mess, I had shave gel running down my legs. She made me sit on the counter, then took my razor and started shaving off my pubic hair. It was weird, because she was pissed but I was turned on. It took 15 minutes, and she shaved me totally bare, including my balls. She told me to stand up, wet a big washcloth and washed me off. The floor was soaked with water, gel, hair. I was rock hard, and looked longer.

Then she asked if I was turned on, uhh, yeah. She asked "would you like me to suck you off?". This was really unlike her. I said yes.

She said, "forget it, but next time come to me when you're horny, not the Internet.". She told me to clean up the bathroom as she walked out, leaving me bald and aching for an orgasm...

After a few minutes of putting on a little show for everyone I decided it was time to head into a room with just C and my boyfriend. We all stripped down and I started to kiss C and sucked his cock a little and then he went down on me while I gave my boyfriend a blow job. After that I gave C a blowjob while my boyfriend fucked me from behind. Then we switched and I had C fuck me from behind while I gave my boyfriend a blowjob. After C came he seemed like he didn’t know what he should do. My boyfriend started to fuck me missionary position and I think C felt awkward so he said he was going to go to the restroom. He ended up never coming back and had left the party. I think he had an awesome experience and we also enjoyed ourselves. He probably just left because he had never done anything like that before and didn’t know what he was supposed to do. I had a great time with my boyfriend and C. Hopefully if we run into him again he won’t feel too embarrassed about just leaving after...

She welcomed me, “Hi!” Dropped the blanket and stood up. She was wearing the little pink lacy open bust teddy with the little pink bows that tied the nipple opening closed. And she accessorized it on her own with a long string of pearls. She danced her way over to me, removed my towel and tossed it aside and kissed me.

She instructed me to lay down on the cushions and stood over me swinging her hips to the music. She felt her own body, ran her hands from her bum down her legs, and then up to her boobs, rubbing them outside of the teddy. She saw that I was already very hard and she reached down, I thought she was going to grab me and start rubbing, but she moved my hand and wrapped it around myself, and then an up and down motion, causing me to stroke my own hard shaft...

I love being on my knees in front of him even though my knees really don't like it. I love hearing him moan from above as I lick and suck. I love looking up at him, catching his eye as I take him farther in my mouth. He rolls his neck back and his knees get weak with pleasure. He can only stand for so long. Eventually he takes a step back and sits on the bed and leans back. I resume my place on the floor between his legs, kissing and licking the full sack in front of me, reaching up and stroking his ever hardening cock. I take him in my mouth again, while gently massaging him underneath his balls. I love hearing him moan when I do that...

After a fabulous morning in bed with orgasms too numerous to count, Ruf produced his Valentine’s gift.

It was a handwritten love letter extolling my virtues and perfections over two A4 pages. You will understand that I cried profusely, especially bearing in mind that, unbeknown to him, some weeks previously in a comment on someone else’s post that he couldn’t possibly have seen, I had said that my ideal Valentine’s gift would be a handwritten love letter.

I have never told him that.

I cannot even begin to put into words how much those two pieces of paper meant to me and I held them close to my heart as he made love to me once more. Gently and carefully, he held my body and took possession of it with such passion that even the slightest internal movement translated into an almost visceral pleasure that permeated my body and enveloped my mind with the enormity of his love...

I helped her slip the harness on for the first time and cinched the leather straps until it was snug, securing her new dildo dick in a solidly erect position. She dribbled a little lube on the tip and used her hand to apply it to the shaft with long, slow strokes meant to both imitate and excite me. I suggested she walk around the mirror filled room and check herself out, which she did. She looked really hot in her fishnet stockings, black corset, and new black leather and silicone strap-on, but the sexiest thing she had on that day... was the wide grin on her face...

When I was about 18 yrs old I was staying at one of my really good friends house overnight. We had been to a party earlier and we were both pretty intoxicated. We had been with our boyfriends at the party and had been play flirting in front of them all night. (Kissing and fondling and such) When we got back to her house we decided to take our showers before going to bed. I remember my friend who I will call Karen coming out of the shower with her body being sopping wet. I thought "Wow" She had the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen. Her nipples were pink and supple ... She caught me watching her and came over to where I was sitting and bent down to kiss me. It wasn't like the kisses from earlier. It was way more soft and sensual. I remember thinking how good she tasted and how warm her tongue was. I laid back on the bed and she climbed in with me. I was a little hesitant so as she took my top off she said in almost a whisper "Can I?" I just shook my head yes. She bent down and started sucking on my nipples. Twirling her tongue and then slightly biting...

Cheeks flushed, skin slick. Your body pounding into mine.

More than a joining. Yours is a possession, taking what is yours.

I have no fight to put up, breath is gasped out of me with each thrust.

My fingers cling to the covers as you push me over the edge of that abyss.

I fall tumbling, screams smothered by your mouth, even my cries are no longer mine.

An as you stiffen and growls trickle from your lips, I clench around you and pull you with me.

Even though you possess me, remember always, I gave it to you, but never for free, my price is high...

Inserting a finger, I am now in complete bliss. Feeling the pleasure of self-touch, my clit is at attention. I close my eyes and lay flat, just enjoying the sensations as he watches, silently, from between my legs. I am getting close to orgasm now. The heat from my pussy is amazing. My legs are spread and I use my left hand to spread myself open and touch my clit with fast, circular motions.

“I love to watch you touch that pussy. Cum for me and I will fuck you,” comes a hushed whisper.

With just those words, I begin to thrust 2 fingers into my wet and waiting cunt and the orgasm rips over me. I feel his hands, lips and mouth on me. Opening my legs back far and wide he drinks in the cum that is oozing freeling from my pussy. I am in a complete state of happiness and fantasy; he brings me expertly to more orgasms – my pussy tight with contraction and his fingers searching the inner reaches for my g-spot!...

She went to bed and me and my friend stayed up. He fell asleep though and I just stayed up playing video games. We were out in his living room and he was completely out. I heard someone come in and turn the light on in the kitchen behind me - it was his sister, still looking as fine as could be. She whispered to me and asked if her brother was asleep, then motioned for me to come over to her. I got up and she whispered to me something like "Can you help me with something?".

She led me down the hallway to her room and I watched her tight little ass cheeks sticking out of her shorts the whole way there. When we got to her room she said something like "So, you've had sex with quite a few girls, right?" I was a little stunned by the question, but said "Yeah. . ." She said "Could you teach me how to give a good blowjob?"

It was summer and I was only wearing boxers and some basketball shorts over them and my cock got instantly hard. I still remember having to hold it down when she said that. I said "Yeah sure, I'd love to." or something really lame like that. I don't remember what, but I remember being very nervous and horny and I know I had no idea how to respond to that smoothly at the time. I asked her if she had ever given one before and she told me no, but that she had had sex with one boy and almost gave oral to another...

“Can I help you with anything?” I asked as I peered around the shower curtain.

He was washing his hair and turned and tipped his head back to rinse. His hands squeezed the soap and water out of his hair and then wiped at his face. He opened his eyes and grinned and then clasped his hands behind his back as he jutted his pelvis toward me.

I reached in and grasped his cock gently, squeezed as he pushed against my hand and I watched his abdomen and chest with the water pouring in ripples over his skin.
He found the bar of soap and gave it to me. I lathered my hand and then his cock. He pushed forward again and I watched his strong thigh muscles as I began gliding my soapy hand slowly over his cock...

Taking her into the bedroom, tossing her upon the bed. "You really don't have much in the way of patience do you?" she asked with a laugh. I grabbed her arms and held them down to the bed, and kissed her lips, then letting my lips wander over her neck, gently sucking at those lovely places of desire. I could feel her respond, her pulse against my lips, her breathing, how her body moved to my touch. After a moment of this, I responded with a smile, " So you would rather have your nose in a book than experience this?, Everyone needs a break now and then."...