He fucked her harder

“It was that kind of day,” he thought. A Southern August summer day,
hot and sticky. Walking outside was like trying to walk against a river
current. The very air resisted you. He grabbed a black handkerchief out
of his back left pocket, and wiped his brow. He fingered the necklace
he wore, and the single key on it. Damn it was hot today.

Still, he had to do what he was doing. His eyes scanned the horizon, and
the daily thunderheads were building up, threatening a powerful storm.
His cock stirred as he thought about the power of the storm, and where
he was going. Continue reading He fucked her harder

Sleepy Sex

I’ll see if I can’t keep this short. I’m a female, 21 years old and
married and I love sleepy sex. I’ve been cruising around the net
looking for anything even remotely connected to my interest, just
because it is exciting to me that so many other people share my

It started when I was in my teens. I found a video tape once, by
accident, of a me and my father having sex. I had no recollection of
it, I’d never even suspected that my dad had abused me, but the
evidence was right there. He’d drugged me? I guess, and then after I
was passed out set up a video camera to capture his abuse. Continue reading Sleepy Sex

Ski Chalet Swingers

The next day there was a perceptible tension in the group, an undercurrent
to the slightly forced normality of the holiday group.

`Jesus you guys are quiet today’, Gareth said as they finished their lunch,
`I thought the mountain air was supposed to clear a hangover’.

Alison, Sarah, John & Martin knew it was not a hangover that had changed
their mood. They were uncomfortable in each others company. The night had
ended abruptly, Martin jumping up at the sound of his wife’s voice, quickly
pulling on his robe, leaving Sarah lying on the bench, a tell-tale drip of
his cum leaking from her pussy as her husband helped her up and into her
robe. `I guess we better hit the hay’, David managed to say, leading Sarah
to their room. Continue reading Ski Chalet Swingers

Unwrap your present and play with it

Every year, my family spends Christmas week in a ski resort. One year it’s
Aspen, the next Vail, and so on. My junior year in college it was Steamboat
Springs. The fates intervened. The week before Christmas, I broke my leg in
a pedestrian way – falling on a slick sidewalk. I was going to be a limping
lad for three weeks, at least.

To top it off, I’d fallen leaving my girlfriend’s apartment after breaking
up with her. Ironic, isn’t it? An emotional break and a physical one.

Mom wanted to call off the ski trip, but Dad said if I was alive, I was all
right, and if I was all right, he was going skiing. They offered to take me
with them, but being there and not participating in the fun didn’t appeal to
me. They went and took my siblings with them. My Aunt Sue and Uncle Jed
promised to look after me. I had a lovely Christmas Eve at their home, but I
went home to my own empty house. Continue reading Unwrap your present and play with it

Surviving the Divorce

“What do we need to talk about, Dear?” I asked, though I had a inkling.

“Your ex-wife, Gary,” Patricia said, seriously, but with an odd twinkle
in her eye.

“That promises to be rather an involved discussion,” I replied, “so do
you mind if I relay my news first, before I forget again?”

“I suppose, as long as it doesn’t take too long.” She draped herself
elegantly over one of the chairs, graciously inviting me to the one next
to it with a wave of one slender hand. I swear to God, that woman was
born in the wrong place at the wrong time! She seemed to have been bred
to be royalty!

“So what’s the big news?” she asked, pouring me a glass of scotch, neat,
the way I like it. Continue reading Surviving the Divorce