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A Cowgirl Rides her Man

As I entered the dimmed bedroom, Jolene lounged with her kick-butt, cowboy boots dangling off our bed. While that was an unusual sight, what got my attention was her hand stroking the dildo strap-on. My blood surged, and my gaze shot to her face. She swirled her tongue around her lips and blew me a kiss. My breathing quickened. “For me?” I swallowed hard. “Yeah, Tex. You ready?” Was I? I walked closer to the bed taking in the impressive view. Jolene squirted a lot of lube in her palm, and her slick hand leisurely danced up and down the...

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Our Porn

One year ago, I started my website and began posting stories. This story was posted as a guest blog with Wicked Wednesday before my website was up and running. It is hard to believe I’ve been writing a year. What a ride! Thank you all for reading and commenting. I look forward to what this year brings.  Dr. J. “I want to see the round and juicy parts. I’m a visual person,” said James. “Yeah and I’m the auditory person. Give me murmurs, gasps, and groans. I want the nuances of the body speaking,” said Camille. “So where does that...

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Orgasm Controlled

This is what happened after Cuffed by Dr. J. Read this first, if you want to want to know how Eliot got here and to watch the video. “What have you done, Darla?” “Let’s go see.” She grabbed my handcuffed hands and pulled me down the hall to our spare room. I wanted to sink my teeth into her luscious ass. I loved it when she wanted control. When we entered the room, I spotted the exercise bench. The devilish look in her eye made me hotter as we moved closer to the apparatus. She was in a playful mood, and I...

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Cuffed

This story was created from this week’s video prompt on Masturbation Monday. I hit the play button and walked in the kitchen. I heard the entire thing before I saw it. Auditory is powerful.  Darla yelled down the hall, “I have something to share with you.” She never called me into her office while she worked. “Okay,” I said, walking in. Darla sat at her desk, but her appearance threw me. Where were her sweats? Her breasts spilled from a low-cut blouse while her short skirt highlighted some sexy garters. She wore a handcuff like a bracelet. She leaned forward as I...

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You’ve Been Moved

“Wait, you’re about to drop it on my toes.” “I am not. You’re a wimp.” “This mattress is heavy, Luke,” I said as it slipped from my left hand, and crashed into the bedframe. Luke righted my end of the mattress and somehow got it on the platform. We fell on the bed. “I remember the last time we moved our place.” “Me too, Alice. It was fun. What a pack of crazies who helped.” “It’s a wonder nothing broke.” I laid flat on the mattress listening to the clatter from the other rooms. Voices boomed, dishes rattled, boxes scraped....

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The Erotic Cafe

“I have a surprise for you tonight,” said April, using her flirty voice. “The sexy kind?” I asked. My face flushed. “Are you game?” “If you’re planning, April, always.” “I’ve been listening to your wants.” “Uh huh.” “I already texted you the time and address. Wear a skirt, sans undies.” “You want me to think about it all day long.” “Yes, that is my evil plan. And no matter what you consider, Mae, you’ll never guess this one.” “I’ll be the judge of that.” “Oh, baby, be ready.” I read the text, but the location was unfamiliar. April knew I...

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Unanticipated Moves

Do people have public sex? It is a common fantasy. Tell me how you like my take on it. The booming music moved me. Packed with the band’s crowd of fans, I danced to the beat. The surrounding bodies pressed against me and made us feel like one. I was horny. As I shifted with the vibrations, I surveyed the room. I wet my lips and my heart skipped a beat as my tongue slid over them. I felt hyper-sexual tonight. Everything and everyone turned me on. Beside me, there was a redhead with luscious breasts. Hard nipples peeked through...

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Truck Sex

“Darn, it’s cold outside.” The front door slammed and the wind whipped under my skirt and assaulted my warm flesh. “Who brings Florida clothes for a northern winter trip?” “You didn’t turn the heat on in the truck, did you?” “Nope. I wanted the visit down memory lane to be authentic.” “What a load.” “You realize this is an anniversary, Joy?” “Twenty years.” I nudged him with my elbow. “Think we’re flexible enough to do this?” “Are you kidding? When you told me you were coming to visit, and wanted to ride in the truck, all I could think about...

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Tested

One year ago this week, Marie Rebelle hosted my guest post and launched my erotic writing to the world. Here is the story that started it all. Thanks Marie. xoxox “Now. Pick up where we left off. Summarize and be quick about it,” said Amy. As I watched, she whipped her tee-shirt off her tasty body and left the bed. “You make it difficult to think straight when you tease me like this.” I reached out to stroke her leg. It was an effort because every part of my body ached. She scooted backward out of my grasp. We had...

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Holiday Lights

“Check your phone. Secret Santa left you a surprise,” said Marshall, as he pinched Lily’s butt and ushered everyone out of the house. “I call shotgun,” yelled Lily’s nephew. It seemed to take forever, but everyone finally left to ride around and look at the holiday lights. With her cell phone in hand, Lily proceeded to the bedroom and dropped herself on the bed. Vacationing with the family was a nightmare in privacy. She knew Marshall had left her something special. She searched under her pillow and grabbed her vibrator. Wanting her hands free, she hiked up her dress, clicked...

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Trimming the Tree

“I’ll be home by 7 pm. No putting me off. We are trimming the tree,” said Clarence. “That is my least favorite part about the holidays,” said Ruthie. He heard her sadness through the phone. “Yeah, and you never told me why.” “You know, parents, tradition. ‘Do it my way.’ As a kid, it was a mandatory performance and never fun.” “Suppose I guarantee you this year would be fun. Would you say yes?” “Maybe?” “What if I focused on you?” “Sounds appealing.” “Okay, I’ll bring some supplies. Would you make mulled wine with cinnamon sticks and cloves?” “Alright. But...

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Truth in Daring

It had been a long work week, and with Friday here, I was ready to unwind. When I walked in my bedroom, I discovered two, lovely women lying in my bed. They each had a hand in the other’s panties and were moaning. Their tangled limbs shaped the letter X. My wife and her friend Gia embodied my most desired fantasy. “What took you so long, Stan?” “Tate, what is going on?” “We were playing truth or dare. I picked dare.” “What was the dare?” “Gia dared me to make out with her when you got home from work?” My...

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Not in Zorro’s Shadow

“What? Carol and Armand’s annual Halloween gathering is a swinger’s event?” “Yeah, it’s perfect. We can go incognito.” “Dressed like that lovely ghost, you are strangling on your erection. No.” Roger loved Halloween and role play, and he used every body part to that end. “Baby, don’t you like my ghost?” “I like it real.” I snatched the white makeshift ghost costume off his penis. Clothes are for people, not this lovely erection.” I stroked his cock. “Okay, but you’d be up for holiday costumes to add an extra intrigue to our first swinging opportunity?” I kissed him on the...

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Who’s Teaching

Installment #7 of a Service House Story. Click here to read from the beginning. Julianna tied Lowell’s arms to the bed in the instruction room. “Master Orlando will be unhappy with you for switching places with me, sir.” “Yep, and I don’t care.” Her face remained perplexed, as she affixed my bindings. “Julianna, when he’s in teaching mode, he teaches. That’s the code.” “It’s Periwinkle’s turn with him, isn’t it?” I pulled on the bindings checking their range of movement. “Yes.” I hadn’t seen Periwinkle since the night on the hard wooden table when she wrapped her beautiful mouth around my cock. “You...

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Swingers Bridge

The breeze picked up, and I chose my steps carefully while we moved through the woods. As the mountain air blew through my hair, chill bumps covered my body. I inhaled the sharp, October air that held a hint of campfire smoke. Leon’s firm grip on my hand hurt. Was he afraid I would change my mind? “We’re almost there, Melody.” “How will we know if they are—?” “Babe, it’s called Swinger’s Bridge.” Never did I imagine that a weekend getaway to spice up our sex life would lead to this?Leon’s internet research found this place and here we were. The...

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Sexy Scrabble

It was our regular Friday game night with my friends. This crowd hated my single status so on occasion they would surprise me with a new guy. Tonight was one of those nights. I arrived with my traditional barbecue chicken dip and spotted the new guy the second I walked in. Making a bee-line for the kitchen, I sought out Sheila. “Who’s responsible for this tonight?” I sat the casserole dish and chips on the counter, anchored my hands to my hips, and turned prepared to blast Sheila. “It’s not what you think, Alice.” “Oh? You’ve rounded out the numbers...

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The White Shirt

Arriving after dress rehearsals, Drew stood at the door, for our final scene. Did he know? As I inhaled the sangria and sweat emanating from his body, I couldn’t help myself. Two fisted, I grabbed him by the white shirt and pulled him to me. The touch was all it took. “Be in character, English accent and all.” Those were the only words I could manage. I stared up into his eyes. There was heat, and I knew he craved me. I observed him, searching for the change and then the character emerged. “Who are you?” “William.” “What’s happening, William?” “The battle....

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Pinup Reality

Earl’s buddy had found a pinup poster of his all-time favorite model in his vintage collection of Playboy magazines. The guys teased him about his love of out-of-date, classy women. The day Emmie walked into the garage, he thought his unforgettable model had stepped right off the page. How could he be this lucky seeing these curves and style in person? As Earl had imagined her body wrapped in delicate lace lingerie, she had made a play for him, and he accepted. As he stared at the pin-up over his desk, he fantasized about Emmie in her lingerie; his dick...

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Resolved-Sex in the Art Room

A crusty, old man with a cigarette dangling from his lips, and a purple-haired emo twenty-something, and I waited in the hall with our fellow students as the custodian unlocked the studio. Echoed footsteps and murmurs surrounded me standing in this tobacco laced space. I had never pictured myself with these students. I scheduled this class because I was bored and lonely and I hoped to meet a sex partner. If this was my pool of potentials, then the class may cure my boredom, but the people possibilities would not cure my loneliness or aid me in locating a sex...

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His Ass Bucked Hardwood

Installment #6 of A Service House Story Click HERE to read from the beginning. Every trainee packed the room on teaching night at the house. As the most senior trainer, Lowell Anderson led the lecture. However, at this moment, it remained difficult to grasp that idea because Orlando loomed large over him. Orlando wasn’t supposed to be here. His dominance and presence called to me like it always did. But at this moment, there in front of me, the event overshadowed my thoughts, and it felt odd to experience Orlando’s attentions focused on someone else. Bound to the massive wooden table, Lowell’s body was...

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Please, Lick me There

“Baby, I want this.” Adam sat naked on the floor of the bedroom enjoying Lucy disrobing. His mouth watered, for a cunt in his face and a backdoor view. Lucy took her time getting her black dress off. As she dropped each article of clothing, Adam noticed her hands shook. Her panties came off last like they were her last bit of protection. “I just want to know every part of you, even your ass.” “You want my ass?” “Like you wouldn’t believe. Now get over here.” Adam thought every inch of a person’s skin provided pleasure, and he wanted...

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Drawn to Periwinkle

A Service House Story #5  If you would like to read them in sequence Click HERE to start at the beginning. The Story is entitled How May I be of Service. I get off on watching the new trainees. Me, Lowell Anderson, dominant trained the second year, must come to terms with the desire I feel for Periwinkle, fellow trainee submissive. And she is off limits because Master Orlando staked his claim. Every beginner at The Service House had “a look.”  I’ve seen them all in my nearly two years here. Periwinkle had one. It was a question, desire, and an uncertainty rolled...

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I Don’t Wonder

In the midst of a crowd milling around me, the stale smoke and cotton candy scents overwhelm me. I stare at the Wonder Wheel, lost. What a misnomer it is. I don’t wonder, I know. Tonight’s the night. You are probably on the ride with her now. When you told me you had a surprise, I foolishly thought it was for me. As you described your plan to pay the attendant to make the chair stop at the top, my heart sang. My imagination took over, creating our naughty scene; until I heard you say her name, “Desiree.” It stunned...

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Seeing the Perseids

“Grab the beach bag. I’ve got the camera.” “What time is it?” “2 a.m. Come on; we can’t miss it.” “This is your thing, Paul. Not mine.” “But we can do this together. I promise it will be good.” I sat up and grabbed my ponytail band and bound my hair up. Paul collected his camera bag and started putting drinks in our little cooler. “Where are we going?” “I scouted the best spot to capture the show. We are going out on the pier.” I threw on a sundress over my naked body. “We can’t go there. That’s inside...