Straight Male


My 'Friend' Kate

Kate was girl I'd admired for ages, we were friends but to her...just friends. I had liked her for ages maybe a year. She was perfect, her hair was straight and blonde and fell on her shoulders like soft velvet, her eyes were of the most vivid green, and you could see a sparkle that only a few people have in their eyes. She always had a look of interest on her face, showing that she enjoyed life she treated it as something to be lived, enjoyed. I decided to have a few friends over one night when my parents were gone on holiday, it was only a few people, like 4 or 5 (including Kate obviously), it was a sort of movie and pizza night. "Hey John, how are you?

The Convention

Deana sat looking at her computer screen, her mind drifting back several months to the first night she worked as a well-paid whore. She was well seasoned now with a lot of experience about men. Her current fetish was black men. Their big cocks made her tremble with lusty desires. They all came to her for one thing; her hot, shaved, white pussy. Once the word got around that she was married, Deana became very popular with the older men. She looked over at the sofa where her friend Lucy was sleeping. Together they have worked as personal escorts, if you know what I mean. Why not, they had to pay their bills. Deana personally had more than a hundred thousand dollars in her private account.

My First DP

My day began early. I knew what was going to happen that evening and was VERY excited for it. I had been thinking about what I was going to do all week and there wasn't a day that my panties weren't wet from it. Just thinking about it made me cream my pants. I got out of bed and went to cook breakfast. My lover was still asleep. I made a full meal: eggs, hash browns, sausage, bacon, pancakes, and waffles. My lover woke to the smell of them and immediately came into the kitchen. "Wow!" he exclaimed, "someone's been up for a while." We ate and decided to start our day. This particular day was dedicated to outside work.

My First Older Woman

I was 18 years old at the time and I lived right next door to two wonderful women. The first one was an adorable thirteen-year-old that worshiped the ground that I walked on. She would do anything that I asked of her and she did. She even gave me her virginity when I asked for it. Gretchen was looking very good the day that I asked her. She was in an orange bikini top and a pair of white short shorts that looked like they were painted on. She had on open toed shoes and her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red. She had on a light shade of pink lipstick too. I loved the way her shorts were tucked up into the crack of her ass and the way they formed a snug "V" around her pussy.

Into the Woods

"We'll be back by nine mum," Julia shouted as we set off into the woods. It was a warm summer Friday evening, and we were going to have a look at her secret hiding place. "I'll walk in front," she said, a sparkle in her hazel eyes, "that way you can look at my bum." She giggled. I was quite surprised at that because until then she'd never seemed tarty in anyway, but I did as she said. She was wearing baggy jeans which were quite tight over her beautiful firm butt, her long dark brown hair swinging above it, and a chequered short-sleeved shirt. We walked and talked for fifteen minutes or so as she lead us further and further into the trees and plants.

My Sexy Young Wife Stacy

This is the second story I have written about my wife stacy.she is 21 years old a natural blonde with shoulder lenth hair. A size 12 figure and is 5ft 7 in height. Stacy is a total nympho{hence the story headine}and will suck any cock she can get her lovely hands on she has blown roughly 500 different men of all ages,shapes,sizes and colours.as well as about 10 dogs and 2 horses.she doesn't have sex with everybody she blows and I would say she has slept with about 300 of the guys she has sucked off.

California - The Introduction

I had to go to Southern California on a business trip and my wife Stacy wanted to go with me to visit her sister. Stacy hadn't seen her sister Laura in a couple of years and my wife was looking forward to a week with her only sister in the warmer weather. The sisters were almost complete opposites. My wife Stacy being petite with D cup breasts, red hair, pale skin, and lots of freckles loved the colder climates. While her sister Laura was a tall leggy blond with tanned skin and dark eyes that loved warm weather and beaches. Our flight arrived, we picked up the rental car, and soon were at her sister's.

Perfect Wife

The third person I ever had sex with was my husband so you couldn't call me promiscuous. I lost my virginity aged 18 during a drunken student party and I was not at all impressed with the whole sex thing. The second man came along two years later; he was my first long term love, well a few months anyway. Then there was Paul, we dated; we got engaged and eventually married. I didn't know and didn't care if our sex life was good or not, it was good enough for me. We had and still do have sex regularly and he brings me to completion more often than not, I was content. We were celebrating 10 years of marriage and my 35th birthday with a foreign holiday.

A Night of Pure Sexual Bliss!

Danni finished work early and rushed home to fulfill a desire within herself. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and she was aching for some attention paid to her pussy. That evening while at work she download some porn and instead of doing spreadsheets, she was wishing she could indeed spread some sheets. The office was quiet at this time because only three women worked the late shift, and they were in separate offices.Sometimes the owner of the company stayed around to complete his business transactions.

Imaginary Valentine

Like usual, we chat on line telling each other what we were going to do when we finally hooked up. What we would do on our big Valentine's Day date. What we would wear. What we would eat. What... What bullshit. You are words on a computer screen -- nothing more. You aren't really real. I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again, be spending this Valentine's Day's night alone. I find myself sitting in my room wanting you. Wanting you to be here after our "big date". Wanting to have you read me that Valentine's card full of clich?that you had gotten for me. Wanting to read you the Valentine's poem that I'd written just for you. Roses are red...