Consensual Sex Stories

This is an erotic love story. It's loosely based on real events that happened to me in the seventies. It is a story covers the first few days of our relationship. It's a short, sharp vignette about meeting a magical woman. It's a one-off, and I'm not going to drag it out with a sequel.

He discovers that his lifelong friend is screwing his 17 year old daughter and sets out to kill the friend but gets interupted by his Goddaughter.

It was a day to repair things, and I was dressed accordingly. I did not expect to meet a lovely young woman. It was a slob day that turned out like I never expected.

Jana is an art student and urgently needs money. As a dancer, she is no good, or so Ralph, the strip club’s manager, claims. But instead of throwing her out, he shows her his “Pleasure Box”, a device meant to give his private club a unique selling point and at the same time his secret passion project. Only, the project is on the verge of failure. Jana and Ralph both have something to lose. Are they each other’s salvation?

This story is about Monica, wife and stay at home mother who was dragged into being degraded by a group of black, raped and sodomized and pissed on used as their personal toilet. Monica has huge DD tits, large round areolas, curvy, black hair, brown eyes, conservative, prim and proper, but got dragged into sexual perversion after surfing the net and was redirected porn site that got her attention. Black raping married women and using them as human toilets and what caught her attention was the la

James is puzzled by the arrival of a new nurse and a walk into the garden...

Two college friends meet unexpectedly in a bar in Bowling Green, Ohio. One finally tells the other the story of his sexual life since leaving school. Tells how he and his sisters share a secret, taboo lifestyle...

Don and Leeza meet again to enjoy Thanksgiving together. They travel up the mountain to Camp George. An enjoyable Thanksgiving Read!

In 1960 I was a sex-obsessed fifteen-year-old, with an addiction to the glossy pinup magazines of those pre-internet days. I turned to shoplifting as a way of meeting my needs. When I got caught, the owner of the store, a recently widowed lady in her thirties, didn't know what to do with me. Eventually she came up with a unique way for me to pay for my crimes. At the same time she found a way to fulfill the needs of a horny teenaged boy and a young widow with an overactive libido.