In a Kansas City apartment reeking of stale cum, sweat, and Monster energy, Derek’s router finally cooperates for the filthiest long-distance session of his life. Marisol, spread wide in Seattle, demands total degradation: spit-lubed fists, ass-to-mouth fantasies, self-facial swallowing, and gulping his own thick load while she squirts across the room. Seven brutal rounds of narrated depravity leave them both wrecked, sticky, and planning an in-person sequel that will condemn the couch forever.
Grace is at that age when games are not games any longer. She is expanding her sexual IQ and is weeding out the losers from the ones with that special ability to make her tingle the way she knows she has to have it.
I had my first orgy last May, there was six of us and I was the only bottom/vers guy there. My arse took a pounding to say the least. I wrote about it in depth on my blog. Today I was working on my stories archive and I found something I had written two years (to the week) before my first orgy. It was is a work of fantasy and involves twelve guys. My first orgy was amazing but this fantasy of mine is something I would love to fulfill one day.... soon.
After a devastating breakup, a young man returns home to his mother's comforting arms. Lingering hugs ignite long-buried desire. A teasing mirror moment, moonlit fair path, and beach bonfire lead to forbidden passion—deep claims, creampie surges, eternal bonds sealed in sand. Explicit mother/son incest, beach sex, creampie, taboo love. 18+ only.
Male-perspective bisexual: In the hippie "everything goes" music world of the mid 1960s, Chad floats along sexually at Washington, D.C.'s, Cellar Door.
Eve was perplexed and a bit bored if the truth be known. Being captured by the group of wanderers was probably the best thing that ever happened to her because now she was free to roam along with others in complete freedom away from the rules of silly men.