Oral Sex Stories

A continuation of my previous story "The Babysitter", this story tells what happens when the wife comes home from her trip... unexpectedly!

A man becomes infatuated with a beautiful crossdresser who captures his imagination and his soul. He can't live without her but he's terrified of rejection so he kidnaps her and keeps for himself, like a beautiful butterfly in a jar. He doesn't want to despoil her but she beguiles him and tries to reverse the power imbalance using her wiles and her beauty.

From the Archives of The Order
Celia, a sorceress's apprentice, struggles to master her lessons and digs a little too deep in search of an energy source. Will she be able to keep control of her newfound power, or will she be consumed by it? An expanded edition, updated to fit into the Archives of the Order universe, and even filthier than before!

On his way home from work one day, William spots a homeless person sitting on the sidewalk panhandling for money. He'd seen panhandlers many times before but there was something about this particular person that made him circle the block for another look...

Coke, and avid hiker and camper finds a woman who got lost in the woods while hiking with some friends after she got separated from them.

Blain takes his single mom out for a date on Valentine's Day, and it turns out much better than he could have ever dreamed or hoped for!

When 14 year old Richard's parents go off to England for the summer thay leave him with Aunt Kathy. Kathy is widowed, 34 and horny. Richard wants to learn more about sex and Kathy is willing.

A Mel Story
Mel doesn’t just flow—she floods. When a hot yoga instructor with a voice like sandalwood and sin puts hands on her hips, she decides to stretch more than her hamstrings. From cat-cow to climax, Hot Flow, Slow Burn is a breath-slick, dialogue-driven romp through sweat, sass, and sex that’s anything but passive. Who knew enlightenment could be this filthy?

Wes Carter bullied me in college, but I still can’t stop thinking about his body. Now we’re alone, and I can’t tell if he wants to fight me… or fuck me.