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My Gorgeous Indian Coworker

Coworkers became passionate sex partners.

I am Amit, originally from India, and living in the US for more than a decade. This story took place when I lived in Chicago and I was working as an IT contractor for a local company. Being in IT, I always come across many fellow Indian coworkers. I mostl...

Let It Flow

Just one of the attractions

Naked, thighs parted she is irresistible, as, beginning her mind dominating game, she asks. ”How do you like your red wine?” Her glass held delicately over her belly, I respond, ”Flowing.” “Go fetch,” she hisses, allowing the contents to trickle. My tongu...

Perfect Timing

Younger man finds age has a way

Wet-mouthed from her soaking thighs, her young lover asks, “How long have we got before your husband comes?” Panting feverishly, gripping his solid member, she admits, “Time enough. Fill me again. Lick my nipples.” Tonguing her nipples, he slams his gorge...

I’d enjoyed soapy showers then sex with hubby but didn’t feel sexy while caring for babies. Sex was another domestic routine, a chore for his horny rush. I didn't care. It was duty booty. I accepted his need, was pleased he wanted me, was happy to give it...

My First Time With Louise

Louise lets me indulge my fetish with her...

Louise lives next door to me, and I have always had a sexual crush on her, and fantasized about her many times. So one warm afternoon I was cleaning my bedroom window when I saw her reclining on a sun bed in her back garden in a bikini...I almost had a he...

Worshiping the Navel Goddess

Short fantasy ritual pertaining to my Navel Fetish.

She is Arabella.She is the Navel Goddess. She sits, reclining on her throne, displaying her exquisite tummy and divine bellybutton.I kneel before her to worship her. I ask permission to lay hands on Her Golden Belly.If I am worthy, I may be permitted to t...

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Flying Dreams

A father and daughter have one last tryst before parting ways

Flying Dreams Prelude: a Dream I must have been twenty-six then, the last time I saw my father. I wonder if either one of us knew that we were actually saying good bye forever. Probably not. Neither of us were great on intuition. It doesn’t frighten me an...