It started with a wrong number, the day my life was forever and irrevocably altered. 

It is an easy mistake to make, happens every minute of every day to someone around this ever-increasingly technology reliant globe. But not everyone has this sort of wrong number and not everyone has these circumstances that lead inexorably toward life changing results. The kind of changes we simply never expected and never considered, but here we are: Altered and moulded into something different and new. 

“What happened? What Changed? What” I hear your mind whirring dear reader, have patience and I will explain it all in miniscule detail for your eager attention – I am aware you already have your favourite underwear on (or perhaps, none) and are lustfully running through scenarios that may be fast

15 sitting in my room looking at a car I wanted but knew mom could not afford, my friend cathy came over. We were talking and she saw the picture. I told her how much I wanted a car like that.
She said she knew a way to make plenty of money, then she said her dad showed my mom how to do it and asked if I noticed my mom had more money now.
I told her yes mom was not so uptight about money since my dad had died of cancer, and she seemed more relaxed.
Cathy said her dad taught her how to make extra money, then said I am sure he could teach you.

That afternoon I went to her house and she told her dad I wanted to learn to Make extra money. He looked me over then said ok and told her to leave the room. He than sat me down and told me he had other girls working for him and at my age

Ten days to 10 minutes.

This stag & vixen couple discover that sometimes size doesn’t matter, but STAMINA most certainly does!

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It happens more often than some people think. A young white couple’s fantasy of a well endowed black man joining them in bed. Most leave it as fantasy, but some pursue it to reality. That’s what we did.

Mandy and I had been together for two years. Our sex life was on fire. Incredible sex, often twice a day. Neither of us could get enough of the other.

Since we’d become a couple, the constant phone calls, texting, sharing thoughts, feelings, wants and desires for each other was often distracting from our jobs! I loved it!

We love each other and trust each other completely. In that love, trust, and honesty with each other, neither of us wer

The Slutting of Sally James. Chapter1
Rick’s story…
I recently returned to Australia after 4 years of living in South-East Asia, mostly in Thailand where I had been completely corrupted by the exotic Thai bar girls of that country’s red-light districts. During that period, they taught me a variety of kinky games and sex tricks that I had never ever experienced before. Over a period of time I lived with several gorgeous young Thai babes who willingly introduced me to all the sexual tricks and games they played to satisfy the men they fucked.
Suzy was a special beauty. She had chosen her name from a movie called, ‘The world of Suzy Wong’ about a pretty young and very popular bar girl who lived and worked in the Red-light district of Hong Kong. She told me that it was just the same as he

(Real names not being used. True story.)

My name is Joe. I'm in my mid 20s. I'm attracted to older woman about age 40 and up.

No, I don't have "mommy issues". I've always had a great relationship with my mother.

No, it's not a fetish. I just prefer a mature, experienced (in life & in bed), old-fashioned woman. An older woman that has a relationship with God. An older woman that doesn't drink, smoke, or use any drugs. An older woman who can hold an intellectual conversation that isn't about what's trending on social media. An older woman who would rather spend her weekends roaming the crochet/garden areas of Hobby Lobby, rather than the bar area of a nightclub. An older woman who still enjoys cooking and cleaning. An older woman who understands that there are younger men who are m

This is a true story and deviates from the truth only through my forgetfulness of details. There are a 101 stories to be told of my affair with Norma but this is an account of the beginning. Comments encouraged.

In 1970 I got my first factory job in a small town in Arkansas. Before long the majority of the workers voted for union representation and went on strike. I didn't. I knew they were unskilled labor and would quickly be replaced. They were. I worked in the warehouse where rows of shelves held boxes of our finished product. I won't say what it was; it would be too easy to identify the place and the persons herein mentioned. My job was to take the boxes as they came from manufacturing and store them on the shelves in the warehouse according to catalog number, and then retrieve the