XXX-Fiction

By HanSolo. Paul and I, a couple from the city, decided to escape the hustle of everyday life for a weekend getaway at the Manor Hotel and Spa nestled in the tranquil Cotswolds, about 200 miles from our home. The serene landscape, with its rolling hills and quaint villages, promised us a peaceful retreat. On our first morning, after a hearty breakfast, we opted for a walk through the countryside. The air was crisp, and the landscape was painted with

By Unknown. Chapter One: So Far So Good My name is Tom. I’m writing this to document my life thus far hopefully without incriminating myself, or others, and without giving away too much of my identity. Some of the evidence of my activities can be found on my website, if you can find it. I do not advertise as I don’t want any authorities looking too closely, but I have taken ever precaution to disguise and obscure any possible avenue

By Bramble. I am 29 years old, have never been married, and have not had many dates because I am not good-looking, but I guess I dress right. I lived on a farm with my parents, who were farmers. When they both died, I thought the farm would be mine, but I was wrong. My father had it mortgaged, and the bank took over, and I had to leave. I moved into town to a small apartment and found a

By Bramble. My husband, Art, and I had been married for 22 years, and both of our children had left home. Art and I had no secrets and talked freely about sex and other things. Art loved sex and did everything to please me. Art worked for a big company and got a promotion, but he had no idea they were going to transfer him, and we would have to move to another state. Art bought a male black Labrador

By Jean. I am a very happily married, attractive woman in my early forties. I am a 5’7” brunette with red highlights. I am height weight proportioned, 36B breasts with cocoa brown nipples that get very hard when aroused, a nice shapely ass and a pussy that gets very, very wet when aroused. My pussy lips are probably somewhat longer than most women’s. They hang down lower (2 1/2”) below my labia majora. I used to think that I was

By daysOfOurLives. My daughter Sara came home from college for the holidays and brought her flatmate’s dog with her. Nicki (her flatmate) had to travel unexpectedly and asked Sara to take care of him. I didn’t object. I taught my daughter to be kind towards our friends and neighbors like a good Christian. Later that night, Sara and I were watching television after cleaning the kitchen from dinner, and the dog, Hunter, waltzed into the room. He was a mid-size

By Bobbie. I work as a software consultant and travel to various companies throughout the year to assist them with their technical issues. I learned my software trade while serving in the US Army, and after ten years of service, I left to try my hand in the commercial world. My parents had died in an auto accident, and I decided to get out of the army when I went home and learned that I had inherited a lot of

By BlackWidow. Until last weekend, I thought I was a normal 43-year-old wife and mother of two. Oh, sure, I had fantasies just like everyone. My only real unfulfilled fantasy was to have a lesbian experience. When I was about sixteen a girlfriend and I played a little grab ass and we flirted a little but never really went through with it. Well, all of that was about to change, and even more than I could have imagined. I have

By Frodov. There she was again. She always seems to be at the bus stop at the same time every day. Those long, long legs, that wonderfully perky smile, and those simply gorgeous baby-blue eyes. I smiled and said hello, just as I had every day for the past two weeks. She looked up at me from the bench and smiled. When she scooted over and asked me to join her, I could hardly refuse or even believe my luck.

By WunHungLo. “Hop up and turn around” I said to Di, “kneel on the seat”, as she knelt on the seat, a knee either side of my hips, I gripped my cock and guided it to her slimy gash, “let yourself down on it sweetie, you are so gonna love the feel when I start the mower”. Julie scooped Ally up in her arms and carried her to the quad, “c’mon Tina, get your hot little ass on the quad”

By traddis. Steve Wright loved his wife, Charlotte. He thought she was the quintessential English Rose. Honey blonde hair, big brown eyes, petite nose, and full, kissable lips. With a swan-like neck and nice-sized breasts, he fell in love with her every time he saw her. Like most women, Charlotte liked nice clothing. She wanted to look and feel pretty. She wanted to be admired as well as desired. Her husband also enjoyed seeing his lovely wife wearing feminine outfits

By Cordelia Speedicut. Part One Brr! Here I am, slinking through my garden gate at six o’clock on a Saturday morning, in nothing but my housecoat and slippers. I should have told Doc I couldn’t look after his monster dog – Geez, the thing is nearly as big as me. So what if his Auntie is sick? Aren’t German Shepherds supposed to be good with sick people or something? But I guess that would be kinda crummy, what with Doc