I guess I’m what you’d call an exhibitionist. It turns me on to have people watch me masturbate. It started with my parents when I was 10 or 11. I’m young and I’m cute, so it’s easy to get people to go along with me, especially older men, who I adore because they’re so appreciative. This is a true story and the first time I’ve written anything at all. Writing it turned me on so much that I had one hand inside my panties most of the time I was at the keyboard.
Ryan's Aunt Mandy had been living in Europe for several years, and he could only vaguely remember her. From the moment that she walked in the front door with his mom though, he couldn't take his eyes off her. It wasn't that she was sluttily dressed or anything, it was just that her sweet, smiling face and every curve of her luscious body seemed to call out to him. / (Reviews)
A Extracts From My Journal Story This is how I turned a fantasy about sex with a neighbour into a reality with the help of my husband. It also opens the first extract from my Journal, which will eventually reveal to the interested reader every sexual experience I've had from childhood to now.
Jerry and Alex meet while registering as Freshmen at college. On Thanksgiving Jerry's mom invites Alex to come home with her son and our story begins, the sexual tale of Alex and Anna.
I lost everything in one month—my job, my girlfriend, my dog, even my house. With nowhere else to go, I called the one person I could always trust: my mom. She told me to come stay with her at her new condo on Padre Island. I thought she would be angry or give me a big lecture, but instead, she welcomed me with love, care, and a warm smile. Living with her again felt strange at first. We’ve always been close, more like friends than just mother and son. But now.....Read full story.
Stuart is young, handsome, and only 24—but he has a secret. His boss, Mandy, is 48, married, and powerful… yet she keeps him as her hidden lover and sugar mummy. What starts as secret nights of passion soon turns dangerous, as Mandy uses him not only for love but also to control her business rivals. Desire, secrets, and power games—can Stuart handle it all?
One evening, as they sat on the couch watching a movie, Ava felt her mother's hand brush against her thigh. She tensed slightly, but didn't pull away, her pulse quickening as Zoe's fingers traced small circles on her skin. "Mom..." Ava breathed, turning to face her. Zoe's eyes were dark with desire, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Do you trust me, Ava?" she asked softly. Ava nodded, hardly daring to breathe. Zoe leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Ava's ear. "Good," she murmu