Anal Sex

I met Melinda while working at a bank during college. She was very, very hot. She had the classic Italian look, dark hair framing an olive oil complexion and big soft lips that were built for sucking cock. She was skinny with curves in all the right places and had nice round breasts to complete the package. Needless to say I was attracted to her right from the get go and was very pleasantly surprised when I discovered the attraction was mutual. We began to see each other frequently, and the sex

Part One

With hot shower water still steaming off of him, he looks down at the clothes laid out on the bed — the usual trousers, white shirt and tie, socks…

“Honey?” he shouts into the next room. A few seconds later his wife appears, poking her pale, bright eyed face through the doorway. She has a mischievous grin on her face already.

“Yes?”

He holds up the boxer shorts and raises an eyebrow.

“I thought we threw these out. They’re far too small

I am probably the most typical white guy in America. 31 years old, married for 4 years, with a two year old kid and obsessed with sex. I can’t help it. I want to kiss, lick and suck pussy. I want to bury my face in big, firm but soft mounds of breasts. I want to breathe in the mixed aroma between her legs of pussy and ass before I slowly drag my tongue from asshole to clit. I want her to do the same to me- but now I’m dreaming and this is a true story so I’ll stick to the

“The ocean is so beautiful. I wish I could stay out here all night.” Cadence said, snuggling closer to her man. She sat and watched as the beautiful sunset was slowly dipping below the horizon. To her right the lifeguard was closing shop in his hut, leaving them alone on the beach. Most of the other people had already left; on occasion a couple would walk by, completely absorbed in each other.

“Think you could possibly extend your vacation for another week? It seems like you

As I laid naked on the soft King sized bed, a trickle of sweat ran down my back and raced for the crack of my ass. Everything felt hot. The sheets were hot, the pillow was hot, and more importantly, I was hot. ‘It’s a dry heat,’ is all I heard from the locals, but at nearly midnight in Las Vegas and the needle still hovering around 90, I didn’t care what the locals said. I was hot.

I couldn’t take it any longer. Getting up from bed, the sheets sticking temporarily to my skin, not letting go

It was a long week. Work had taken nearly everything out of Nicki. She needed a break and she needed it soon or else she was going to just crumble. It was 5:45pm and her normal day ended at 6. She could damn near feel each minute ticking away like it was an eternity. It was Friday and she intended to do some heavy partying with her friends. She had even brought her evening attire with her to work. So she wouldn’t have to stop home to change.

Nicki, Cara, and Shelly, were all the epitome

Brooke was home from summer vacation and already had way too much time on her hands as it was, but this summer was different she was home from her sophomore year of college and she was undecidedly single. Brooke was short, and thin. She had large breast, and a nice round ass. At 19, her dark skin, and long hair made her a vixen that she was proud of being. She walked around with very little to cover her voluptuous body, but that didn’t matter she loved being looked at. She loved the

It was odd how I came to work in car sales. I had heard of the wild times after hours. The tales told of men with wads of cash in their pockets – and the women who left those pockets empty – killed many a long hour of standing around the car lot smoking cigarettes and nursing hangovers. If it weren’t for coffee, cigarettes and the vicarious pleasures of those stories, I would have had no social life at all.

Late one evening, Joe, the sales manager, and I were walking the lot

I sat in the lounge, swirling my gin & tonic, absently tapping a finger to the piped music. Nothing about this trip had lined up as it should have: a week in Florence, now on my second day in Rome, with nothing to show for it. My backers would not be pleased, but I was not concerned with their disapproval. I’m too much of a professional to place anything above my own standards.

I drained the glass and placed it on the table. My mind considered alternate solutions to my current

Ian tapped the “End Call” button on his phone and tossed it on the couch. He went upstairs, two at a time, noting that he needed to dust the bannister as he went. In his room, he went straight to his dresser and pulled