"Why did they even bother calling me," Bill's wife asked him. She was obviously annoyed and after a long day he wasn't really interested in listening to her sharp tone. "You work there, couldn't they have just said something to you tomorrow?" She wasn't really talking to him. Most of their conversations went that way nowadays it seemed. He hadn't been paying too much attention but what he had overhead of the conversation his wife had been having on the phone hinted that Jamie had been causing trouble at school again. "I don't have time for this Bill, can you handle it please?" his w… 続きを読む

As I slowly woke from my slumber the first thought in my mind was that I was incredibly horny. This was nothing new as my libido had been in overdrive lately. What was somewhat surprising was that I had spent an hour the night before fucking my needy pussy with my longest, thickest dildo. Monster Max, as I called it, had gotten me off so many times by the time I drifted off to sleep I was lying in a puddle of my own juices. Now my insatiable pussy was wanting more. I opened my eyes, squinting at the bright, filtered sunlight filling the room. With my daughter at her father's house for the week… 続きを読む

I sat in silence with my family eating breakfast. Everybody had different thoughts on their mind. My husband was flying out to Boston this morning for a week. My son and daughter were probably thinking of school. My thoughts carried me to that same time last night when my son asked me if I could pose for him, so he could take some pictures of his bike. How did he put it? He needed a babe in the picture with his bike. He was eighteen years old and his hobby was to ride motocross bikes. Last year me and my husband bought him a Honda bike. Since than, all his spare time was dedicated to that. I… 続きを読む

Not my story - found elsewhere My stepsisters! Long before I met Amy, I became addicted to watching and being watched. When I was younger, still living at home with my parents, I slept in a room that was directly next to both of my sisters, a common door connected our rooms, but it remained closed most of the time. Every once in a while, when I could not sleep, I would knock on the door and talk with them. There was nothing going on, I would simply sit on the floor between their beds and talk about stuff. Now my sisters were not unattractive, but I never thought about it one way or the… 続きを読む

One weekday morning many years ago I was trying on some tops in the fitting room of a local store. I had been vaguely aware on my way in that there was somebody else in one of the booths almost opposite mine, and as I was getting changed I happened to glance through the gap at the side of my curtain and noticed that I could see into this other booth as the curtain wasn't completely closed. The booths all had full-length mirrors on the back wall and I suddenly realised that I could see the reflection of the woman who was in there. She was facing the mirror, still dressed from the waist do… 続きを読む

That winter was a confusing time for me. I spent the rest of the break trying to understand what I was feeling. Was I lesbian or maybe bisexual? What is a lesbian? I started to search online for answers to my questions. As I learned more, I realized how strong my attraction to girls was. It also was the first time that I started to search out porn online. When I returned to college, I didn’t know what o expect from my roommate, Monica. We had a talk on… 続きを読む

“Dad, I Have a Question.” This is the story of a man and his curious teenage daughter, and his efforts to answer her questions about human sexual arousal and response. Although he attempts to explain things to her, she prefers a “hands-on” approach to learning. * * * * * * * * * * “Dad?” my daughter asked, as she handed my car keys back to me. “What, sweetie?” “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “It's kind of embarrassing,” she said. “Jamie, you know you can ask me anything. What do you want to know?” “I asked my friends Melody and Kiersten, and they just laughed at… 続きを読む