The Perky Blues 1/1
It came to Tricia’s attention that she was a little too good at expressing the blues. Her sad notes infected the bar’s audience which could only endure so much melancholy. When a few of her fans left mid-set to go home early, Tricia formulated a plan. For next week’s set Tricia would perform the whole show topless. Because decanters and highball glasses can’t carry spirits like a fine pair of jugs.
Hide and Streak 1/1
Janet reached for her clothes but couldn’t find them. She’d been tanning in the nude for nearly an hour, after having succumbed to a brief nap. She opened her eyes and saw her friend Ryan, whose home she was visiting for the weekend. Her clothes were strewn over his shoulder.
"I know I said I’d be gone all day," Ryan explained, "But things changed when my neighbor called complaining about a strange naked lady in my yard." He tilted his head to line up with Janet’s. "If she had called my wife instead of me I’d be filing for divorce papers. I’m afraid I’ve used up all of my misunderstandings with Susan." Still motionless and exposed, Janet’s words of reply were both distinct and skittish. "I’m SO sorry, I never meant…can I please get my clothes now?"
"You can have your clothes. Stand up and take them, then find another place to stay for the weekend." Sobered by the lack of clemency, Janet offered more apologies. After he was satisfied in her remorse, Ryan cut her off. "Or we can play a game. A very easy one, ‘Hide and Seek.’ You close your eyes and count to 100. I hide all your clothes in the yard. Whatever you can find in three minutes you can wear for the rest of the weekend…until Susan gets back from her trip on Monday. Whatever you don’t find you don’t wear. And whatever you don’t cover up is, shall we say, fair game?"
Janet wanted to bolt but she knew there were no vacant hotel rooms for 50 miles due to the convention. She sat up, stood up, and walked past Ryan to a spot on the wall. Leaning against the back of her hand she closed her eyes and began to count aloud. The count was paused at 15 as Janet came to realize one important detail. When she’d gone outside to tan she’d worn a blouse, a bikini top, sandals, and a skirt but no panties. No matter her ‘I-spy’ skills, Janet herself would be fair game a very fundamental way. She agonized about that for a moment.
The Keymaster 1/1
Cori could have slapped her younger self for having spurned the advances of David, a ‘creepy old guy’ at the bar. But he’d been persistent and Cori finally relented when she began to feel guilty about how many drinks she’d let him buy her over several weeks. David drove her to a house three blocks away, surprisingly elegant for what she took him for. David couldn’t wait for the bedroom…he sat on the living room couch, pulled her onto his lap, and began by sliding his hands under her skirt.
When it was over Cori wanted more but David was set on leaving. Once they were back in the car David explained why. That wasn’t his house, it was the bar owners’. David was a locksmith by trade and liked to take advantage of his skill set to satisfy his risk-filled furtive fuck fetish.
Cori was on board immediately. The thrill she felt upon being told her climax had been a crime drew her in for more. Which leads us to today, a landmark day in more ways than one. After learning the art of lock-picking, Cori has broken into her first house. But that’s not the main reason it’s so special…it’s also the very last one on the block they’d yet to defile.
Unwedded Bliss 1/1
Two rounds of the dollar dance didn’t put a dent into the cost of Ron & Cory’s wedding. But choosing the right bridesmaids did. When the bride and groom left to seal the deal, the backyard wedding reception lived on as an after-party. One which transformed the theme from tropical romance to tropical toplessness. Drunk guests paid top dollar to pose with the bride’s best gals. And as the bridesmaids themselves were liquored up they began to think about who might pay a hefty but worthwhile cover charge for their exclusive after-after-party.
Do no Harm 1/1
One year ago, Eric was told he would never walk again. Paralyzed below the waist, he was to prepare for life in a wheelchair…until he saw his nurse that is. Nurse Mila was a 10 on a 5 star scale, and paralysis or not, Eric couldn’t help but get it up for her. Not a terribly uncommon thing to happen to a paralyzed man except for how hard it was. His cock pitched a tent with his gown and demanded the nurse’s eye.
It started as a game of, “can you feel this?” and “where am I touching now?” When it was clear he had a remarkable feel for his penis she realized she couldn’t in good conscious stop. It would be cruel to stop before her patient knew if he was…still a man. For the first of many times she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.
Each secret session of physical therapy drew a little more sensation down his cock and legs. In light of this groundbreaking therapy Nurse Mila tried everything in her bag of tricks: oral, anal, vaginal, even looking at porn side-by-side. After seven months he had his full orgasm back, and after 12 he stood with Mila’s help for the first time. It was a medical marvel, one she would have to share with the world, starting with the Chief of Medicine. She grabbed his hand and began the slow walk to the door. Mila was far too proud to notice she was wearing just her stockings, or that her chin still carried the evidence of her unorthodox treatments. But it was only a temporary embarrassment. When her research paper was published she earned a promotion and soon after both Mila and her team of recruits would make the rounds of the paralysis ward in such undress.
What’s in a Name? 1/1
Girls had always been ruthless in their teasing of Lacee Hoover. They didn’t even need to get to know her before declaring she ‘sucked.’ As fate would have it this only pushed her more and more into the boys’ camp. A lucky turn of events, because as she grew older she learned that the taunts about her surname were fitting after all. She did suck, gladly for any of her guy friends. Doubly so if they were dating any of her former tormentors.
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Job 1/1
Hazel rolled out of bed at 9, put on her glasses, and made her way to the bathroom. She was in no rush to hop into the shower but her teeth could use a scrub after swallowing last night. This was the first day of a new era for her and her boyfriend. They had endured two years of thankless jobs, hers during the day and his during the night shift. But no more…they both quit yesterday. There was enough money saved to last them over a year…more than enough until Hazel starts her new teaching job in the fall. Until then the pair would work on rekindling the magic between them. And to those ends, making up for lost sex was a priority. So until their nightly trip to the gym or until she has fully drained his balls (whichever comes first) she has no use for clothes.
A Tradition worth Reviving 1/1
There comes time in the life of a single man when it seems that all of his friends are settling down, marrying and having children. But lucky for Cameron, many of his friends identify as pagan. And as they try for pregnancy, a few among them need little persuasion to join him in an ancient Papuan fertility ritual.
Sorry, I’ve been busy with work and other sexy projects and I thought tumblr was going to shut down porn and..excuses, excuses. I know. But for now my attention is focused on taboo-stories. So re-starting today you’ll have your daily dose of photostories. One-offs for now as I look for subject matter for some serials.
Second Thoughts 1/1
Meredith had experienced so much in her life that what once excited her was now mundane. What turned her on now was danger! Having sex in a stranger’s barn, ‘borrowing’ another woman’s husband, even a little breath play beyond her comfort zone. But it wasn’t until her Dudley Do-Wrong fled in a panic, leaving her tied to the railroad tracks that she began to think she might have a problem.
Melanie knew the attrition rate of long distance relationships well. When she and her cinephile boyfriend ended up in colleges three states apart, she knew she had to keep his attention and his hormones focused on her. Which is why the churchy girl gave him his first blowjob on their last day together, and promised him a blockbuster welcome home come winter break. Each week starting in October she skyped him a peak at ‘coming attractions.’ Each time she’d cosplay as another character… Hermione…Leelu…Sonya Blade. Each performance, good or bad, received three thumbs up from her boyfriend.
Plenty of people donate their time and energy to feed the hungry. But only Ana went door to door trying to feed the horny. That the horny one was her, Ana didn’t let on.
Please donate kindly… ;)
Ana needs a cumshot or several?
Satisfied, and yet with so much unfulfilled, Libby settled for a bubble bath and sat quietly alone. Liberal use of the detachable showerhead kept her cumming, and every so often she’d lick her chin to relive their presence. But that didn’t last forever, and the shower head just didn’t seem enough anymore.
She switched off the jets, dried herself off, and sat down in front of her laptop. Ten minutes later she was in bed. As she slept, a minimum wage employee at a distribution center fulfilled her online order. A slender, bright pink dildo would soon be delivered to her door, to be paired with her trusted and reliable vibrator. All of Libby’s solo sex would now be solo threesomes.
Libby crawled forward and rolled herself onto the ground with a thud. But any judge would have overlooked such a technical flaw in her dismount with a look at her charmingly innocent yet greedy smile. She tilted her head back and asked, “Didn’t you bring any Valentine’s candy for me, boys?”
Her fingertips ran circles around her areolas as they stroked their cocks, eager to submit their goods to a taste test. John exploded first, but Alex followed just seconds later. The sight of Libby with a hot load of sticky cum for lip gloss is what set him off.
Libby laughed near maniacly and gave each guy a kiss on one of his nuts. “What do you say I draw up the jucuzzi, light some candles, and we relax a while?” she proposed. But it wasn’t to be. “Sorry, I have to get back home to my date,” said John. “Me too,” said Alex. “I still need to seal that deal.” The cum covered femme watched as they threw their clothes on and left her kneeling on the rug.
Alex understandably wanted his own shot at Libby’s tight little ass. He’d dreamed about it for much longer after all. Libby settled in as the two boys’ bodies clamped down around her like a Penis-fly trap. They worked like pistons in her loins, fighting over what little space she had.
Sprawled on hands, knees, and cock, Libby reached her Valentine’s Day O. Her pussy muscles worked over time to try and draw cum and climaxes out of her double date, but Libby had a different ending in mind.