Consensual Sex

I watched the plane taxi to the runway, and take off. I left and headed home with tears in my eyes as I was already missing her. I moped around the cottage for the rest of the day. She call later that night to tell she arrived home safe and sound. We chatted for an hour about her 2 week stay here. After she hung up I felt a little better, and headed off to bed. Summer of 82 passed quickly into fall, and we talked numerous times about when was I going to come out west and visit her. I...

I hadn’t had a man blow me for weeks and the thought of three other people watching another man blow me, then fucking an older lady while they watched sounded exciting - isn’t that what sex is about - excitement and pleasure? We agreed on the terms and conditions and I stressed no male penetration of my body. I was in my late teens when I first realised I had a much bigger cock than other boys my age.I copped lots of good-natured ribbing about it when changing while playing various sports. By the time I was twenty I had lost...

Part 1 I don't think I'll ever get over the moment of humiliation when my father walked out into the backyard and saw me knotted to the family dog, its large shiny prick stuck securely up my ass. It wasn't my intention to be fucked up the ass by the dog at all. The fantasy I'd had in my mind involved the dog's hard prick up in my virgin cunt, not my virgin asshole! But with no one around to assist me and the dog, his willing prick found the wrong hole, unluckily for me. My father was volatile by nature...

The Collector I pressed the cloth into her cute little face. My thumb stung, yesterday I had bitten of a little bit of skin next to my nail and now the chloroform was pricking me. She wasn’t out yet. She was still struggling, although not with her full force anymore. Muffled protest came from behind the rag. Her eyes looking up at me in fear. Begging me, pleading me to let her go. I stroke a strand of hair from her forehead. ‘Don’t be scared, honey,’ I said. ‘Just breath. Take a another few deep breaths. I know chloroform doesn’t work...

A Hardcore Tale By Pervosuxx HARD PASSION: The Chronicles of Erica Bradson. Chapter 1 Huge Change! My name is Erica Bradson, I am 48 years of age and I have been happily married to my husband Daniel for 23 years. I have three children, Emma the oldest is 19 years old, my son Brian is 18 and my youngest Peter is 14. We have always been regarded as the perfect family, my husband Daniel worked at a Pharmaceutical company called Binarex Implants & Co, my oldest daughter Emma left for college when she was 18, my son Peter is in high...

She was married off young. She was fifteen when she married a thirty-five year old man, his name was Rohan. She was afraid of him, and he was turned on by her. She was short, had well placed curves. Her breasts were fairly large for her frame and were often displayed prominently at the top of her bodice. Her name was Anna. Anna was not afraid of her future husband at first, but that all changed on their wedding night. She was standing in her dress as he stared at her. Inspecting every inch of her body. She shivered, no gentleman...

So here I am again, lost in thought, shutting everyone out. It’s one of those moods that creeps in so slowly, like a nite of champagne, a single candle, and a playlist that could make a flip-of-the-wrist at a rainbow parade want to slit his wrists. Initially, you think you are just in the mood for champagne, just cause it tastes so sweet and it is the choice beverage of toasts at times of celebration, so how could it be gloomy. And of course the candle symbolizes a sense of romance, passion and even peaceful self-preserving meditation. And of course the...