Australian Penthouse

Recently, my husband, Garett, and I took our yacht out for a five-day getaway. My husband is a very successful entrepreneur and became a millionaire at a very young age. He’s only 35, and I’m 25. (continue reading…)

My wife, Ann, is five-foot-six and has blue-green eyes that would melt any guy’s heart. She is 28 years old and very shy. For the first six years of our marriage, she was extremely diffident about sex, and after all that time I still had not got a blowjob from her. (continue reading…)

A few years back, I used to work a one-man garbage route in a fancy, upper-class suburb. I always took real pride in my work. I kept the bins nice and neat, and never left a mess around the trash area. Once in a while, one of the  homeowners would compliment me on my work, but you can bet it didn’t happen often. (continue reading…)

My birthday was coming up, and I was really looking forward to spending a sex-filled weekend with Jane, my ex-wife. We have a very interesting relationship. She can’t get enough of my dick, but she resents the fact that other women feel the same way. That’s why we separated. Let me explain. (continue reading…)

My husband and I do a lot of travelling, and we have been known to enjoy rest-area fucks on highways across the country. (continue reading…)

At the age of 35, I thought I had a very fulfilling sex-life. But then I met a very special person who soon made me feel different.

The first time I saw him, I knew I had to fuck him; it was just a matter of how soon after we got together that I’d get the chance. (continue reading…)

She had come into my studio a few weeks earlier to welcome me to the building, introducing herself as the trainee hairdresser from the salon below. I watched as her eyes scanned the room, stopping on my camera equipment.

“You’ve got a lot of nice gear up here,” she said.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I’m shooting a new model after lunch.” (continue reading…)

The girls walked down the dark hallway and stood in front of the locker room. “Anybody here?” one called. When no answer came, she turned to her friend and said, “Everybody’s gone! Why did that equipment guy tell us to come so late?”

“Hello, ladies,” the young man said, opening the door a moment later. He was kind of porky, with frizzy blonde hair and a ruddy pink complexion. He was in his team uniform, his paunchy stomach hanging over his belt line. “Millionaire cricketers can get movie stars, strippers, you name it. You’d be lucky to get anyone on the team. But look.” (continue reading…)

By Eva Whore

What can I tell you? I’m weak. Ever since I first laid eyes on her, I’d been coming in almost weekly to buy flowers. As you can imagine, I’ve got to know her pretty well. (continue reading…)

When my parents went out of town, they had their friend Kay stay at the house to take care of the dogs. They forgot to tell me, though, and so when I showed up on Friday expecting two hungry animals and an empty house, I was surprised to find someone else already there. Kay explained what happened and said she’d like to stay, if I didn’t mind. (continue reading…)

I was so excited for my first gangbang. My husband set it up for me with a bunch of our swinger friends, and I’d been looking forward to it for weeks. I was finally going to get to have half a dozen men to fuck all my holes, one after the other, and then come all over me. It was a sexy dream come true! (continue reading…)

I’m sitting on the bus, waiting to get home, when you approach me. You say you’ve been watching me for weeks and that you’re dying to know more about me. You find me totally sexy, and you confess that you want me. (continue reading…)