Dolly’s Romance Continues

It had only been six days since Dolly Hamlin and Dr. Vince Ferugia had consummated their blossoming torrid relationship. To Dolly, the days had flown by in a rosy romantic haze that she had never experienced before. To Dr. Vince, the growing fullness in his balls and the soaring remembrance of his initial intimacies in experiencing the glorious body of his new paramour was a opening to a new world of sensual excitement.

The two were thrown together in the regular visits to the nursing home

One Silver, One Pink and One Black

It would be easy to discount the occurrences of the last week as a fantasy, a fleet of fancy or even a dream had I not had the evidence before me. Three pairs of pretty, sexy, women’s panties, each enchantingly sheer undergarment of delicate lace and silk defining the character of their wearer in colour shape and style, each still bearing the distinctive intoxicating fragrance of the woman who had scented them with her exquisite sex and soaked them with abundant juices.

As I felt drawn to

Ryan Teaches Us a Lesson.

NOTE: Different perspectives (Third Person, and switching off of characters). This is my first time posting my work on an erotic space, please be kind. Enjoy!

*Third Person*

It was a breezy spring day and the family was planning to go for a little road trip. To visit some family. Lacey and Ryan were sitting at the back of the car, windows all the way down, both lost in their own worlds. Driving was Lacey’s stepfather and beside him, Lacey’s mother.

Lacey’s full attention was

Balloon Animals

I’d been waiting for Chase to come home all day so when the clock on the wall said three past five I was ready to explode. I’d been texting him cryptic messages since the morning, little notes that I knew only he could understand but I made sure he wouldn’t be able to guess my biggest surprise. I waited on the couch, nonchalantly reading a magazine, loving the way the glossy pages felt against my bare legs.

I wasn’t really paying attention to the articles, just skimming

And So What’s This?

Lisa and I were in my bedroom trying to pick an outfit for me to wear at the firm’s annual dinner. Dressing up is not something I’m very good at.

‘And so what’s this?’

She was holding up the large black strap-on dildo that I’d forgotten was in the drawer I kept my scarves in when I asked her to get my green silk one out for me. My face promptly went bright red.

‘Exactly what it looks like.’ I answered, trying to sound blasé.

‘So exactly what

Married Guy Takes It Black

I was a married bisexual 35 year old cruising gay chat rooms again. I had some oral experiences, but really wanted to try getting fucked deeply. I had played with toys but found them boring. I wanted the real thing. 

I met a black man on line who liked married white men like myself. After some small talk, he invited me to his house for some afternoon fun. 

I arrived and found a very handsome black man 6’1 210lbs who looked like a running back. 

We had some small talk upstairs in his

Up Yours!

My boyfriend Chad was taking a shower and so I thought now I’d take out what I had bought for him that morning, actually bought for both of us – a big new dildo. I have something of a fetish for cocks. It’s not just that I like to suck them and fuck them, but that I’m something of a connoisseur when it comes to the form of the male sex organ. And this dildo was definitely very special. I like to watch porn flicks with Chad which feature a certain guy.

This stud’s

The First Encounter

I didn’t know how best to describe my desires as I grew older, at least I never truly acknowledged them from fear of judgment until I met Him.

January. Two weeks ago.

I was rushing to class when I first saw Him. He was chatting with a good friend of mine, dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans.

He was undeniably gorgeous with bright green eyes and black hair, cut short on the sides and longer on the top. Stubble covered his square jaw, and with only a glance in my direction, I was

White Star Versus Mr Shadow

Barbie Horton breathed out slowly and relaxed back in lounge seat, as the beautician at her feet began her pedicure. She took the opportunity to glance around the luxurious interior of the health spa; around the outside were private rooms for the sun-beds and massage benches. In the wide central area where she was reclining were a few pedicure chairs and wooden loungers arranged around the huge hot tub that dominated the room.

The clientele were exclusively wealthy and privileged, for this was

Heather

Converting the small bus into a camper had taken some time but time is something that I, as a retired widower, had plenty of. Now that the bus was up and ready to roll I had only to pick up my passenger to start my long awaited tour of Australia.

Heather had been my neighbour for over ten years she had divorced her husband Alan five year ago. Despite being an intelligent attractive woman in her mid thirties she was painfully shy. It had taken me ages to break down that barrier.

I cannot deny