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Dog Door Imagine my surprise when I was washing my breakfast dishes and looked over to see a little kid crawling through my doggy door. The door had been for my dog Skippy. She had died a year ago along with my mother and my father in an automobile accident. Skippy had been thirteen years old in human years at the time and she loved to ride in the car. I had been in college when it happened. Now almost a year later I still missed them all. The kid seemed to be having some trouble getting his knees over the...

My wife is a slut Teasing each other has always been a part of pillow talk for my wife and I. Sarah has always liked dirty talk and I don't mind to oblige her. Recently she discovered how much I like it when she talks about other men. I get jealous but I like to listen to her voice as we pleasure each other. Nothing quite as sexy as her eye contact while she strokes my cock and tells me about some guy she used to fuck until I can't take any more and throw her onto her back so I...

The speakers in the departure lounge crackled followed by the usual “Ping pong” and an automated voice announced that the flight to Sydney was now boarding. “Here we go” Rosa thought. She bent down and put the iPad into her carry-on holdall and zipped it up. She then stood up and joined the queue at the boarding gate. She found herself standing behind a tall man with broad shoulders and slim hips. She couldn’t help but look down and was rewarded by the sight of tight trousers framing shapely buttocks. She continued watching as the queue shuffled forwards and he bent...

We left off the first story of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the children and told her husband, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex slave for a full five months. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said Five months? Are you really ready to live here with me for five months? Yvonne replied If you'll have me that long. Steve smiled and said Back to bed with you before you change your mind. Her reply was flippant, What's wrong with the kitchen table? She stood...

At one point in the not-too-distant past, I was too busy with work and family to have any kind of social life. I'm 32, married to a boring wife, and have three kids. As an man might imagine, this left me frustrated knowing I had all these kinky and weird fetishes, but had nothing but a dead bedroom spouse to try them on. I wanted to feel alive! Enter online dating. It works, in theory, to bring you together with someone who might have a similar situation or a multitude of other reasons. I met several great women, had a few...

Alison came into my life as part of a three-some with another girl. The three-some was fun, but soon we all parted ways. We started to talk again a few months later when I saw her at a strip-club she had just started working at. Soon after, we had our first real date. A couple quick drinks at a dive bar and a blowjob in the parking-lot was as romantic as we got. When she started to come over to my place, I was the first to make her squirt when she would orgasm. I was also the first to treat...

My neighbour is a peeper and his name is Tom. Yes I know very cliché but his name really is Tom. Now I’ve been shy about my body, its curvaceous and yes I’m a bit overweight for my 5ft6 frame, my arse is rounded, my breasts are very large and my thighs are bigger than I would like. However, its all me and so that’s that. Most sunny days I love to wander in the garden topless (at least) sometimes completely nude, smelling the flowers and settling down to soak up the rays. So, anyway, there I was one Saturday afternoon...

Unfortunately, it was around nine AM Sunday when I woke up, to find that I was still alone in my bed, and the wet dreams that I may have had had been just that wet dreams. I noticed that the door to the guest room was closed, so I went about my morning business and descended to the kitchen to get the coffee going. It looked as though it was going to be a bright warm sunny day as I took my first cup out on to the deck and settled myself down. It was not before I had finished my...

“Fuck, man. Carrying all this shit up these stairs is a bitch,” my friend, well, now roommate, Jack complains to me. “It was your idea to get a place upstairs,” I quibble in response. “Yeah, well I didn’t think about the stairs.” My friend and I are a couple of kids entering their freshman year at Hillside College. I know, sounds pretty generic, right? But hey, it’s a good start in a new place for us. “Johnny, go back down and grab the last few boxes.” “Let’s just go get them together,” I say. “Naw man.” “Why not?” “Because I’m too...

THE BOSS'S SLUT - PART I: THE BEGINNING CHAPTER 1: THE PROPOSITION It happened the way it always happened. My smartphone made a discrete ‘beep’. I turned away from the computer monitor on my desk, woke my phone up, and checked the text ID. Sir. It could have been much more. It could have been Mr. Charles Woodburn, CEO & Chairman of the Board. That’s who Sir was. I opened the text to find the message I often received from him. ‘I need you in my office.’ I smiled as I stood immediately and retrieved my jacket. It didn’t matter what...