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5th May 2010


Once she woke up

I have kissed my wife’s sister while she slept a few times.

Once she woke up because I had gotten brazen and managed to slip my tongue into her mouth. We never talked about it… I acted like I was trying to wake her up and planned to play it off like maybe she had dreamed it or something, but she never said anything… we just talked. It was so awkward. I knew she knew. Nothing came of it… good or bad.

I love her. I wish I would have had the nerve to ask her what she thought about it.

Tagged: Sister in lawCL (Wife's sister)kissasleep

5th May 2010


I gave my virginity to my wife when we were teenagers

I had played around with boys before, but she was the first girl I even experimented with sexually and was the first person I ever orgasmed with (though I had given some to a couple of boys). I had a crush on her since we were kids. I finally got up the nerve to ask her out. Within 3 months, we were laying in the grass behind my dad’s garage with our pants around our ankles in plain sight of anyone who might have looked from the houses behind us. Funny… we hid behind the garage and thought that was enough since no one in the house could see lol

I was fifteen, she was thirteen. I’m glad she was my first.

Tagged: EC (my wife)sexoutside

5th May 2010


My brother’s wife saw a picture of my wife sucking my cock

We were at my father’s house for Christmas a few years ago. I had a picture of my wife with my cock in her mouth that I had printed to keep in my wallet. I was pulling something else out to show my brother’s wife (who I happened to date in high school… well not date exactly … technically she was going out with my brother at the time).

Anyway… the picture slipped out and she picked it up and was looking at it while I flipped through my wallet. She just stood there holding it, studying it for a couple of minutes while I looked. I had completely forgotten I had it in there and had no idea that’s what she had. When I looked up and saw it, I froze… but when I looked at her, she was just smiling and tucked it back in my wallet and said, “well… better hang onto that one”.

Tagged: EC (my wife)blowjob

5th May 2010


Poetic Justice

My ex-fiance knew I still had feelings for my ex-girlfriend. We were living in my father’s basement, saving up for an apartment. One night, in the middle of sex, she told me to stop right as I was getting close to orgasm. She said she wanted to do it someplace new. We got dressed and went for a walk, down the street to my ex-girlfriend’s house. Very quietly, she hiked up her skirt and leaned against the siding underneath my ex-girlfriend’s bedroom window, facing the street. It was 3:00 in the morning, so I wasn’t as worried about cars as I was my ex-girlfriend waking up. Her bed, I knew, was a few feet from the window, on the opposite wall. The siding creaked with our movements as I fucked her standing against the wall, just a few feet away from where she slept.

Perhaps it was poetic justice that when my ex-girlfriend and I got back together, we fucked in our apartment… on our couch, in our bed, and on our kitchen table, with her naked ass right at the spot where my fiance ate. I ended up leaving my fiance for her. She was right… I still had feelings. Less than a year later, we were married.

Tagged: EC (my wife)ShannonoutsideSexpublic

5th May 2010


I like to cum on my wife’s toothbrush

love to use her electric tooth bush to masturbate. The vibrations feel amazing against the head of my cock. I love watching her brush her teeth later that morning, knowing she is tasting me. Remembering how my cum flowed onto the brush… remembering how I worked it down into the bristles with my fingers. Remembering how I licked the edges clean so she would not be able to tell.

Tagged: EC (my wife)cummasturbate

5th May 2010


My ex-girlfriend fucked me while she talked to her best friend in the room with us

We were living in my father ’s basement. I had a water bed and it was against the wall, sideways so the headboard formed a bit of a partition with the room behind it. Her best friend was with us and it had gotten late, so she stayed the night on the couch behind the headboard. She didn’t bring pajamas or anything because we hadn’t planned on being out so late.

She had on a body stocking under her outfit. I had never seen or heard of it… she took off her clothes and just sept in that. It covered her just as well as any outfit, well certainly as well as a one piece bathing suit, but I was hard as a rock watching her take it off. We all laid down and my fiance was jealous that I had been paying so much attention to her friend.

She started to kiss me and rub me while she and her friend were still talking. Before long, our clothes were off and we lay there naked. All her friend had to do was stand up and she would have been able to see over the headboard that were were laying naked on top of the covers, having sex. We were fucking sooo slowly (so we would not slosh the water around in the bed too much) that it drove me crazy. Of course, she was trying to show me that it was her and not her friend that I should want (apparently a few guys in their past left my fiance for her friend), but honestly, I couldn’t stop thinking about her friend in that body suit the entire time.

Tagged: shannonpublicsex

5th May 2010


My #1 Masturbation Fantasy

The fantasy I masturbate most to is hearing my wife moan while another man fucks her. She knows I am naked, jerking off, just on the other side of the door… peeking through a crack in the door frame from the bathroom. Watching him fuck her… her arms are holding onto him… he legs as spread wide with her feet flailing about… she is doing her best to hold onto him while he cums inside of her.

Her lover thinks I am at work… he does not know she is moaning for me. He does not know I am watching him use her. He does not know that as soon as he leaves, I will join her in our bed, holding her… cleaning her up… making sure she gets the full orgasm he did not take the time to give.

Tagged: fantasyEC (my wife)submission

26th April 2010


Fresh bottle of pee

just put a fresh bottle of pee in the hotel fridge. Not something I normally am into… trying out something new. ;)

Tagged: pee

7th April 2010


Jenny Swallows →

I have fallen in love. No, not with another woman… or another man for that matter… but with the erotic talents of a woman whose writings speak to me. 

Living in an internet world where anything and everything… from the highs of emotional foreplay to the lows of unmentionable desire… lies but a few keystrokes away… it is a rare event that someone truly inspires me. It is rare to find a substance to erotica that goes beyond the bare necessity of turning me on and getting me off. 

I have found, in this woman’s talents, her unique ability to connect with her readers…. to connect with me. For the first time, I find myself imagining the author of the words… the words themselves are no longer a means to an end… but a part of something… of someone… else.

To be connected in this way to the genuine feelings of another human being… it is refreshing. It is the type of thing you didn’t realize was missing until you experienced it… or perhaps until it experienced you… as the connection surely must flow both ways. That the typically inherent anonymity of internet erotica can somehow become personal… it gives me hope for those who long to find a way to intimate their sexual feelings and desires beyond the random release of their pent up energy. 

I find myself humbled at the experience. Check her out. You will surely not be disappointed.


Tagged: eroticabloggerspoetry

3rd April 2010


I once had sex with a guy

We were in high school. He was my best friend. We had giving each other countless hand jobs and blow jobs. He wanted to know what it was like. It did not last long… not more than one stroke in fact. I entered him and it was too much for him. I pulled out. He was nearly in tears. Strangely, I’ve wanted it to feel him inside me even more… but I left it alone. I held him while he adjusted his composure. He was embarrassed that he could not take me. I was embarrassed that I did not have the experience to give him what he wanted in a pleasurable way.

I want to know what it feels like to give that pleasure to a man. I want to know what it feels like to feel the pleasure he gives.

Tagged: BradsexanalBisexual

2nd April 2010


Sucking on her cock


via Jenny Swallows by Jenny Swallows on 4/2/10


It was my first ever solo trip to “the big city” – a girlfriend and I took the bus to Dallas for a museum opening, booked a downtown hotel on Elm Street and had three days (and nights) in which to live life without a single parent to frown at us. So I was pretty pissed when Alice, my friend, suddenly announced she’d made arrangements to meet up with a boy she knew on our first night in the city, meaning that I was going to be on my own for the evening.

I wandered down to the hotel bar and looked around. Businessmen, hookers, other guests – what else did I expect to find? But I ordered a drink and a salad and took a seat by the window, wondering what a lone woman in a strange city was supposed to do when she didn’t know a soul.

It’s a long story – I’ll shorten it. Lisa was also on her own, also in a strange city, also staying at the hotel. We met when she walked in about ten minutes after I arrived to find every table had now been taken and her choice of dining partners was limited either to a few lonely-looking salesman types, a couple with a rambunctious baby, or me. “Do you mind if I join you?” I shook my head. “Please….”

She was stunning. Taller than me, with reddish hair that cascaded to her shoulders, perfect features, perfect figure. Her top was tight enough to show off the swell of her breasts, her pants framed legs that went on forever. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted any other woman.

We talked, we laughed, we got on well. We took a walk through downtown, we stopped at a liquor store and picked up some wine, and then back at the hotel, we agreed to take our party up to her room… Alice had said she’d be back before midnight… and with my heart in my mouth, I kissed Lisa for the first time as we sat dialing channels on the hotel TV. Neither of us had said, or even hinted, at anything in that direction, but the wine we’d sunk over dinner was already swimming around my head and it just seemed the right thing to do.

Lisa kissed me back; the remote control was forgotten and her hands were on my breasts, first through my blouse and then in between the buttons. She moved swiftly but gently – my attempts to caress her felt clumsy by comparison, and she knew it. “Lay still,” she whispered. “Let me….”

I obeyed. Off came my blouse and the skimpy bra I’d been wearing, and her mouth was playing magically across my flesh, licking my nipples until I thought they would burst, and then sucking them hard, till my back arched and my pussy screamed for a taste of the same treatment. She knew it, too, and a hand sank between my legs, gently stroking me through my sodden panties, until suddenly she had whipped them off and two fingers slipped effortlessly inside me. 

Lisa’s mouth was on my abdomen, my tummy, my waist. She was taking her time, and every minute stretched out into hours of exquisite tease and tension, until at last her face was between my legs, breathing me in and purring as I bucked my hips towards her, crying out with impatience and lust, and reaching out too, to touch her where she was touching me, to feel her and taste her and drink her in…. She moved away quickly, but I moved even faster. 

My hand clasped her pussy – and something else. A strap-on. She was wearing a strap-on. My mind jolted for a moment, wondering when she’d put it on. Or had she been wearing it all evening? And did it even matter? My right hand held her face to my cunt, my left hand felt her toy’s length and thickness, and wrestled with her pants to free it from its cage. 

She was still struggling to get away, but with less and less conviction as her buttons finally parted and I pulled her towards my mouth, breathed in and… it wasn’t a strap-on. It was a cock, a long, hard, beautiful and very real cock. As real as the bare breasts that she’d revealed when she undressed me, and which she’d let me suck on just a few moments earlier, as real as the orgasm that was building up inside me. I pulled her into my mouth and sucked.

The taste was different - a man, but not quite a man. My fingers grazed her balls, small, tight, hairless. But her cock was huge, eight inches at least, and as fat around as my wrist. My jaw strained around her, but I didn’t care. I wanted every inch.

I gripped her length, guess-timating how much of it I could comfortably fit in as she started to move, and now she was fucking my face, the thick meaty helmet thrusting inside me, her movements matching my own as I moved closer and closer to my climax – and then I released hershaft and slapped both hands to her ass, pushing her deep inside my mouth as my entire body shook to my final explosion, and she came as well, a flood of cum that poured down my throat, so hard and fast that I barely even felt it, but so thick that I tasted it backing up in my mouth, for me to swallow more luxuriously as her pounding slowed down and our bodies calmed.

And afterwards… Lisa tried to explain, but I hushed her. I didn’t care. Later, I wished I had asked more questions; later still, once the Internet began making stars of so-called she-males, I wondered how her life has panned out since our frenzied encounter that night ten years ago. I still do, but one thing is for sure. In my mind, she is still one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. And she owned one of the most beautiful cocks.

Tagged: erotica

2nd April 2010


In the shower

She never understood what I got out of it… but she loved me and that was all she needed. I loved getting down on my knees in the shower with her… looking up at her… watching her squirm a little… laughing… trying to pee but being just a little to nervous or embarrassed for it to come naturally. Until eventually… just when I had about given up… the stream bursts forth and hits me in the chest… she positions herself so it would hit my cock… she can’t believe I’m so hard from this. I want to taste… to drink from her fountain… but I know I am pressing it as it is. Afraid to push too far, I am left with the few drops I can swipe off my cock that haven’t been washed away from the shower when she was not looking. It only made me want to drink from her even more.

Tagged: shannonpee