Australian Penthouse

I’m a 27-year-old mother of two. I began to read your magazine quite slyly, nestled between the sheets of my daily paper as I worked at a convenience store. Forum has given me the courage to voice a fantasy that has been lurking in the dark corners of my mind for some years now. I don’t feel like a freak anymore, thanks to your readers, who have shared with me their intimate imaginings. At last, I feel at ease. (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…)

That was his dream girl onscreen, fuck­ing two guys at once. As the camera zoomed in, Ed saw a close-up of the hard, red, glis­tening cock embedded in her pussy, wedged in there tight. Above was a bigger dick sliding in and out of her mouth. Her body was writhing wildly as they rooted her, but not a single hair was out of place, and if you looked closely, you could clearly tell that it was the woman who was in control of the cha­otic scene. (continue reading…)

My gaze lifted as a soft shadow fell across my lap. I’d been sitting in my liv­ing-room chair dozing when she walked in. She was breathtaking. The long waves of her hair caught the sun’s dying rays, making the ends look as if they were on fire. Her eyes glinted darkly with desire. She had a seductive, slightly cocky smile on her lips. My first thought should’ve been, “Who the hell is this woman and how did she get into my apartment?” But all I seemed able to do was stare. (continue reading…)

I come out from the bathroom wearing a black negligee that’s tight across my chest and barely covers my hard, pink nipples. My sheer black thigh-highs are secured to my lace garters, and I’m not wearing any knickers. (continue reading…)

You motion me into your office and I stand waiting while you complete your call. When you turn, your eyes lock on mine and then slowly travel downward. My heart begins to pound as I fol­low your gaze, my white button-down blouse pulling tighter across my tits with every breath, my black lace bra showing through it. My fingers fumble with the hem of my skirt, smooth­ing it down tight, revealing the garters holding my sheer silk thigh-highs in place. I sway nervously on my three-inch heels. (continue reading…)

The bad thing wasn’t that I was mount­ing my best friend’s wife as she lay underneath me, spread out and invit­ing. Nor was it that I’d just been fon­dling and sucking her gorgeous tits, which I’d been craving for more than a year, while I fingered her sweet little pussy and worked her to a frenzy. It wasn’t that she was gripping my cock and pulling it to her pussy, either. The bad thing was that I was doing it at her wedding reception. She’d been mar­ried for less than four hours. (continue reading…)