Consensual Sex Stories

In the Davidsons' perfect suburban life, Jenny and her sister Mandy have been secret lovers since teens, sharing boyfriends and now their husbands. One night, with the kids supposedly out, the adults start an orgy in the living room. John and Emma return early from a busted party, witness the incestuous scene, and sneak upstairs. Shocked but aroused, they confess desires and have sex, fantasizing about joining the family depravity. No one is safe from the family taboo.

Diane installed a nanny cam to protect her children, but the forbidden intimacy she witnesses between them and their bold new babysitter awakens a dormant hunger she can’t deny. Instead of stopping the corruption, she steps out from the shadows to join it, trading her maternal authority for a starring role in the family’s darkest, incestuous secrets.

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Chris, our well endowed hero, is home from college after his freshman year. He gets a job that brings mystery, danger and the usual bevy of beautiful babes.

His wife died. His garden lay sterile. As he attempted to rebuild his life, she came to help him. / (Reviews)

Desiree, a happily married, heterosexual woman, meets a tall, dark woman in the grocery store one day. A friendship develops but soon, Desiree finds out her new friend wants a little more. Written for a special friend of mine during my Christmas break from Intemperance II. A long short story with lots of build-up.

Sharon was surprised when her "straight, square" sister announced that she planned to wear handcuffs for the whole weekend of their visit to an amusement park. Soon she was wondering who the "straight, square" sister really was... and she was pretty sure it wasn't her sister! NOT A STROKE STORY, but there are some sensual scenes.

When Trevor starts his career as a massage therapist at the fancy country club his family attended while he was growing up, he never expected that he’d compromise himself so fast - but his ex-girlfriend’s MILF of a step-mother just has a way about her that makes anything feel possible.

The messages that I'd written on the backs of innocent photos of my darling daughter were only ever intended to be for my eyes. They'd been written late at night to help release what I knew were my ever-unattainable desires for her. Then one day she found them.