And Then Came the Honeymoon

I nuzzled the head of the big long nine-inch dildo between my big pink pussy lips with one hand and slowly brought the small glass jar to my lips with the other. I sucked a large wad of my nineteen year old son Tommy's spunk from it and began gently rolling it around in my mouth. I slowly sank the big dildo to the hilt in my sopping wet box. It had been so long since I masturbated I instantly knew this would only take moments. I was so very horny and extremely worked up as I slowly moved the big dildo in and out of my hot wet cunt and pretended it was Tommy's big dick. I sat the small wad jar down on the nightstand with my mouth still full of Tommy's warm nut and found my big pink clit and gently massaged it beneath my fingers. As I pumped the big dick into me faster and faster I began shaking uncontrollably and in two or three minutes I was snatching the big instrument from my hairy twat and hosing down the thick comforter. I moaned in ecstasy and let Tommy's slick s...

Adele Harrison checked her watch. Steve was standing her up, even though his football match had finished long ago. Still, he could appear at any moment. She took a deep breath, gulped, blushed, leaned in what she hoped was a languid manner against the lamp-post behind her, and thrust her shoulders back and her breasts out, ready for him to come up to her and proposition her. A couple were staring at her. She lowered her eyes to avoid their stare, and saw that her tight leopard-pattern top had ridden up. She smoothed it down with brisk, nervous fingers, disclosing an extra inch-and-a-half of milk-white cleavage below her tan line, Then she looked around for Steve. But her only reward was an admiring glance from a burly young market stallholder wheeling his stall away. Actually, the stall-holder was quite attractive. It was her and Steve's wedding anniversary, and she had thought up a way to celebrate. A little adventure. A sexy adventure, because she thought their sex lives need...

Part 2 of "Emma's stiletto seduction". It is taken for granted that the human body cannot survive very long without a few terribly important things. What is the priority list again? That's right it goes Oxygen, Water then food. However there is a distinct lack of the word 'sleep' in this list. Sleeping is perhaps the most undervalued commodity. It's taken for granted until suddenly it is no longer available to you. The events of the evening should have suggested that it would be easy to achieve, I was physically exhausted after all. But my research shows that there seems to be two variables necessary. The body has to be tired, yes, but so does the mind. And my mind was not at all tired, quite the opposite, it was still racing. I had allowed myself after much deliberation to believe that the past few hours could be described as a 'success'. But only for a few seconds, whilst staring into the mirror and removing my heavily applied black mascara. I ...

Note: This story is adult entertainment. It has explicit lesbian sex, vulgar/profane language, and graphic descriptions of the physical effects of a common type of violence against women and girls. Please don't read it if you are underage. This story is fiction; resemblance between these characters and any actual persons is coincidental and unintended. -*-*- She was a rather tall woman, I'd guess in her late 30s. On the day she'd arrived, I'd heard one of the nurses call her Ilham; that's how I learned her name. At the moment, she was sitting up in the bed at the other side of the room. She wasn't crying audibly, but I was sure that her heart was suffering crushing pain. She had just been on a video chat with her mother...saying good-bye for the rest of this life. She and I were acutely ill with the novel coronavirus. We were in isolation. I was sure that the rest of her family had been around her mother's bedside as she breathed her last, but Ilham had wa...

This puts the story of the Walkers and Carruthers to bed. It is a review story covering the years and events, some sexual, some not, after the first cabin visit. There are some polyam terms used. Definitions are at the end of the story. As Marcy Carruthers sat in her office waiting for an important telephone call, she read through a diary she'd been keeping since the Carruthers and Walkers began a polyamorous relationship six years previously. She'd forgotten how much had changed. The diary served as the foundation of several erotic stories she'd published about their early days. She let each of her other partners read the material and suggest changes before publication. Some of the yarns were well received; others not so much. Surprisingly, her efforts had an unforeseen effect that she'd never considered. She'd taken to calling that week at the swinger cabin D-Day, for decision or determination, despite some derision due to its war connections. Multitasking, she...