The Office

Posted in Fact with tags , , on March 28, 2014 by Ethan

As I sit in my office, I am reminded of a great moment that took place within its confines. This room has been the location of several wonderful experiences, but one stands out among the rest.

Bethany had not been working here for long. She had spent years working for an elected official, and, when he retired from public service, she needed to find another job. This is where she landed.

We had worked on a few projects together but had never discussed anything other than work. She was a dynamic woman who was educated and operated well in polite society. There was something magnetic about her that instantly attracted me, but I did not make an advance. I have often wondered why I did not. She was single. She was beautiful. She was the entire package. As I look back, I have an idea of why I did not pursue Bethany. I felt that she was on a different plane from the other women I had known. They had a vulnerability. Bethany did not.

One day, I was working at my desk when Bethany appeared at my office door. She was wearing the classic office attire. High heels. Tight gray skirt with a matching jacket. White blouse. I was surprised to see her but was more surprised with what happened next.

Bethany closed the door behind her and locked it. She walked behind my desk; lifted her skirt to spread her legs; and straddled my lap. Without saying a word, she took my face in her hands and kissed me.

In my shock, I pulled back a little. However, it did not take long for me to get out of this stunned condition. I pulled Bethany close to me and kissed her. I felt her constrained breasts pressed against me. Our hands were all over each other, and, before I knew it, she was unbuckling my belt.

Everything was going fast. I got the feeling that she wanted to get started before she lost her nerve. However, I wanted to slow things down and enjoy Bethany fully. I grabbed her wrists and held them tightly while we stared into each other’s eyes. Bethany looked confused. She thought I was rejecting her.

No words were spoken as I stood Bethany in front of me. I stood up and began to unbutton her shirt. I was going to be the director of this particular play. She had taken her jacket off as soon as she shut the door, so I did not have to worry about that.

Still staring into each others eyes, I unbuttoned Bethany’s shirt. As I slipped it off her shoulders, it fell to the floor. Then, I reach around and unfastened her bra. As it felt to the floor, I heard Bethany whimpered. I knew her breasts were free to do with as I pleased, but I kept my eyes locked onto hers.

I kissed her again and felt her breasts, this time bare, press against me. As I kissed Bethany, I lifted her skirt and crooked my fingers into the band of her panties. Slowly I pulled them past her hips and allowed them to fall around her ankles. Next came the unzipping of the skirt. As it fell to the floor, Bethany was standing in front of me wearing only her high heels. Still, I only looked into her eyes.

We stood there for a second as she waited for my next move. Finally, I dropped my eyes to look at her entire body. She tried to move her hands to cover her breasts, but I grabbed them before she could.

“Don’t look. I know my body does not compare to other women you have been with.”

“You have an amazing body. Will you allow me to explore it?”

I could feel Bethany’s knees weaken with anticipation.

“Now, it’s your turn to undress me.”

Bethany unfastened my belt and knelt as she pulled down my pants. My cock had been erect the entire time. Now, it was free of its bindings just as her breasts had been freed a few minutes before. She attempted to take it into her mouth, but I stopped her. I pulled Bethany up and made her stand in front of me.

“Not yet. The first part of you I want my cock to feel is your pussy.”

She took of my shirt as I kicked off my shoes. Now, we were both nude except for the heels Bethany still had on.

I swept the clutter from my desk and turn her back to it.

“Let’s see how this is going to work.”

I sat Bethany on the desk and sat in my chair. She was hesitant, but I was able to pry her legs apart. I looked at her juicy pussy and took in the view. It was beautiful. Wet. Lips slightly swollen. Just opening to allow me to enter it.

I could tell that Bethany was uncomfortable with this, and I wanted to make her feel good. I kissed thighs, and, with each kiss, my mouth moved closer to my goal. With each touch of my lips, Bethany’s body quivered. Finally, I kissed her pussy. Then, I licked it. As I licked, I inserted my fingers. It was not long until Bethany came, and her juices were flowing down the crevices of her thighs and pooling on the desk.

Bethany was now ready for me to enter her. I stood up and pushed her down onto the desk. With Bethany lying prone and her legs spread, I slipped myself inside of her.Desk

I did not go fast. I did not go hard. I did not fuck Bethany. I made love to Bethany. Something told me that is what she wanted and that is was she needed.

Slowly. Deeply. Slowly. Deeply. I watched her as I thrusted in and out of her. Bethany’s eyes were closed most of the time. I wondered what she was imagining behind those beautiful lashes. Was she thinking about this moment finally coming true? Was she thinking of someone from her past? Was she focusing on what was happening to her? Whatever was going on in her mind and in her pussy, Bethany came again.

At that point, I knew that I could release. After a few more thrusts, I pulled out and came all over her.


The Week – Day Three

Posted in Fact with tags , , , on March 17, 2014 by Ethan

When I woke up, T.J. was still asleep. She was facing away from me and the sheets had fallen to her waist. I assume she must have gotten hot in the night. Her hair fell down her back. I could see the curve of her ass under the sheet. I looked at her for a while before putting my hand under the sheet and brushing over her ass.

I placed my fingers on T.J.’s pussy to see if it was wet. It was and must have been wet all night. I rubbed her lips until she sleepily squirmed. Before she woke completely, I slid two fingers into her wet pussy and moved them around. T.J. awoke and tried to turn to face me.

“Don’t move.”

She stayed where she was. I took my soaked fingers out of her pussy and placed one of them on her asshole. T.J. moaned and resisted.

“No, it’s so sore from last night. I think you made it bleed.”

I did not stop. One finger slid easily into her ass. She had handled the vibrator, and I knew she could handle this.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt your ass anymore if you are a good girl.”

I could sense her pussy getting wetter. I ran my finger in and out of her ass while I whispered in her ear.

“Who is in charge?”

“You are.”

“Are you sure?”


“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

I kept talking as my finger worked T.J.’s ass. She started moving her ass with my finger’s thrusts.

“Now, I am going to try two fingers.”

“Please don’t. My ass really hurts.”

“Ok. I’ll do something to make it feel better.”

I pulled the sheet down and rolled T.J. onto her back. I grabbed her calves and pushed her legsas high as they would go. I spread her legs so that her asshole shined. Then, I leaned it and licked its length with my tongue. T.J. squealed as I pushed my tongue into her ass as far as it would go. The juices from her pussy flowed into her crevice and over my tongue. Her ass may have been hurting from the night before, but it was also sensitive to the touch. I thought she was going to cum right then.

I moved my tongue from T.J.’s ass and moved to her pussy. Then, I moved to her stomach. Up to her breasts and neck. Finally, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. As she tasted her ass on my tongue, my cock eased into T.J.’s pussy.AAA

I stroked slowly and whispered into her ear.

“Who is in charge?”

“You are.”

“Who is in charge?”

“You are.”

Over and over. In and out. Finally, her pussy clenched as she came all over me. A few seconds later, I was pouring inside of T.J.

“Today, you will prove that you mean what you say.”


The Week – Day Two

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , on March 7, 2014 by Ethan

We spent the day driving around town. T.J. wanted to show me all of the sights, and I had some places that I wanted to scout out. After she had gone to sleep, my mind filled with ideas of how get T.J. under control. That would require some purchases, and I needed to know where the stores were located.

I kept most of those ideas to myself. We had discussed a couple of them, but T.J. had no idea that we would actually do them. However, there was one store that did not need to remain secret.

“Where is the closest sex store?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on. I know you have a vibrator or something. Where can we get some things?”

She knew exactly where to go. In fact, there was a store just a few blocks from her house.

When we pulled up, I turned off the ignition and got out of the car. I waited until T.J. got out before telling her to get back in. I had something special planned. She got back into the car, and I went inside.

I was not there long. I knew exactly what I was looking for. First, I got some handcuffs. T.J. would have to be restrained while she was being trained to be obedient. I thought about getting an anal probe but decided that it was not needed. Then, I found what I was looking for. There was nothing special about what I was looking for. It was a vibration classic.Rabbit

When we got back to her house, I put the purchases in a safe spot, and we got ready for dinner. We went to a great place, but T.J. could not enjoy her food. She was too curious about what I had bought. She kept asking all kinds of questions, and I kept refusing to answer. I could tell that she was getting aroused by just the mystery of it all.

I took my time at dinner. She needed to think about this for a while. We had dessert. We talked. I had one more drink. We hung around long enough that I think the waiter was getting annoyed.

Finally, we headed home. It was hot outside, so we had the sunroof back and the windows down. T.J. hair was blowing in the wind. She was also squirming in her seat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I am so wet that my panties are soaked. Please tell me what you bought.”

“You will find out soon enough. If your panties are bothering you, then you should take them off.”

She lifted her skirt and slipped her panties past her ankles. I could almost smell the sweetness coming from between her legs.

We pulled into the garage, and I told her what to do. She was to go straight to the bedroom and undress. Stand in front of the mirror until I get there. Once again, I took my time.

When I got to the room, T.J. was standing in front of the mirror and fingering herself. Usually, this would make me mad, but I knew what was coming.

“Lie on the bed.”

She did. Her breasts were rising and falling with her breaths. Her legs were parted slightly. I went to my bag of tricks and pulled out the handcuffs. T.J. just looked at me as I handcuffed her to the bed frame. First, one hand. Then, the other.Handcuffs

“Are you going to undress?”


I sat on the bed next to her and lightly brushed my hand over her body. Her face. Her neck. Her breasts. Her stomach. Her thighs. Her pussy. T.J. shivered each time.

I ran my finger over the lips of her pussy and felt how wet she was.

“Please make love to me.”

“In due time.”

That is when I went back to the bag and pulled out the vibrator. I knew she had a bullet for her clit, but she had never experience a vibrator like this one. I turned it on low and slowly slid it inside of her. As it made a dull humming sound, I talked to her.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s amazing. I think I am already going to cum.”

I turned it off and held it inside of her.

“You have to learn a few lessons before I let you cum.”

T.J. had a quizzical look on her face.

Then, I told her what was expected of her. She would learn who was in control. She would be allowed to cum only when she learned that lesson.

“I don’t like you being in control.”

“Then, you will not cum for the rest of the week.”

This was going to be more difficult than I thought. I turned the vibrator back on.

“Who is in control?”

“No one.”

I turned it off. Then, back on.

“Who is in control?”

“Not you.”

This went on for longer than I anticipated. Each time, I got T.J. closer to orgasm before turning it off. Then, I began to add a few things. I turned on the clit stimulator. Then, I turned it off. I turned on the twist mechanism. Then, I turned it off.

Each time, T. J. refused to give in. Her pussy was soaking, and she was dying to cum, but she would not give up. Finally, she could not take it any longer.

“Please. let me cum. I can’t take it any longer.”

“Who is in control?”

“You are.”

“Say it again.”

“You are in control.”

I turned the vibrator on high. It was like her entire body was vibrating with it. In a matter of seconds, her pussy exploded as she screamed with desire.

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome, but the lesson is not over. You were a very bad pupil and need to be taught a lesson.”

I pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, and a string of wetness came with it. The bed underneath T.J. was soaked. I placed the head of the vibrator between the round cheeks of her ass.

“What are you doing?”

“I am making sure you understand to not fight the fact that I am in total control.”

I slowly pushed the vibrator into her ass. She squirmed and moaned as it went deeper. Before she realized it, the thing was all the way in. I turned it on.

“Oh my God. That feels amazing.”

I turned it up higher. She called out to God once again.

I turned on the twist mechanism, and it began to move inside of her ass.

“Holy fuck! What are you doing?”

I did not answer. I just held it in her ass and watched.

T.J. began to whimper. A tear formed at the corner of her eye.

“Do you not like it?”

“I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Then, what’s wrong?”

That is when T.J. said the words that I love to hear a woman say the most. As a tear streaked the side of her face, she said:

“Please don’t ruin my ass.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t ruin it, but this is not the last time that it will be used.”

That is when I leaned in and began licking her pussy. As the vibrator twisting in her ass, I licked T.J. until she came again.


The Week – Day One

Posted in Fact with tags , , on March 5, 2014 by Ethan

T.J. and I had a hit and miss relationship. Friends introduced us to each other, but our timing was never right. The few times we got together we always wonderful. I remember well the night that I went to her apartment, and she answered the door in a slinky nightgown. Candles were lit. It was a romantic evening that turned hot and steamy.

However, T.J. had to move away to take a job. We lost touch with each other, and, frankly, I never thought that I would see her again. One day, that changed when I opened my email and found a message from her. We bantered back and forth but nothing was going to happen. T.J. lived too far away, and I was deeply involved in a D/s relationship. It was to the point where I could have told my sub that I was going off to fuck someone else, but I believed that a good slave deserved a good master.

When that relationship ended, I called T.J. I was able to get out of town for a few days and asked if she would like for me to visit. She could not wait to see me. Honestly, I could not wait to see her. She was one of those women who I regretted letting get away without exploring her more.

Our calls became more frequent as our week together got closer. Each conversation got more sexual and more explicit. I learned about the things that she wanted to experience. She learned about the things that I could help her experience. However, I began to sense an undertone of jealousy. T.J. was not happy that I had done these things with other women. That jealousy would lead us into a very eventful week that even I could not imagine.

T.J. was waiting for me at the airport and met me with a long and passionate kiss. Her large breasts, which she would cover by wearing loose shirts, pressed against me. Before the week was over, I was determined to end her embarassment of having fantastic breasts.

We got into her car and said that we had reservations for dinner. However, we were going home so I could unpack my bag and undress her. Our conversations had her horny for weeks. I wondered if she had fucked any guys before I got there, but that did not matter. I had done a few things myself.

T.J. walked me into her bedroom and did not wait for me to unpack. She unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand over my cock. She held it there and felt the hardness. I lifted her shirt over her head and quickly unhooked her bra. T.J.’s breasts were bigger than I remembered. They fell slightly, but I held them in my hands and began to bite and suck her nipples.

It was not long before we were completely nude and entwined on the bed. T.J. rolled me onto my back and straddled me. As she slid her wet pussy onto my cock, T.J. said that she had been waiting for this for a long time. She rode me. She grinded me. She threw her head back and bucked. She went fast. She went slow.On Top

She slapped me. Hard.

I was stunned.

“That’s what you get for fucking all of those other women. You should have been fucking me.”

I was confused. She was made because I had sex with other women while she lived in another state? She was mad even when we had never been in a committed relationship with each other?

Those were questions that would have to be answered later. For now, she was going to stop slapping me. T.J. pulled her arm back, ans, as it came toward my face, I caught it. I grabbed her wrist with one hand and her hair with the other. In one move, I was on top of T.J. and had her pinned. Throughout it all, my cock remained inside of her.

“That will never happen again. The rest of this week will be spent showing you who is in charge.”

With that, I hooked my arms under her legs and held them up. I pounded her as I pushed her legs further until she was folded in two. As I went harder and harder, T.J.’s knees were in her face. She would know who was in charge. As I was about to cum, I pulled out and positioned myself over her. It went everywhere. On the back of her thighs. On her neck. On her face.

T.J. was going to learn a lesson, but it would be tough on the teacher and the student.


The Crush

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , on February 28, 2014 by Ethan

I had known Leigh since elementary school, and I had a huge crush on her for just as long. It was her eyes. They were mesmerizing. Those kind of eyes that you can get lost in forever. As we moved into our teenage years, she continued to be one of my classmates, but I was always too shy to ask her out. Finally, I got up the courage to ask her on one date, but I was not smooth enough to make any moves.

We went to different colleges. However, we saw each other occasionally. One weekend, my roommate and I went to her campus to see some old high school friends. She ended up drinking with us, but I was still too naive to do anything. I remember telling my buddy in a drunken stupor that I was going to fuck her. That was just the whiskey talking. I was not going to do anything. That was before my experience with Kim.

The years passed. Leigh got married. I started the sexual adventures that have been chronicled in this blog. Honestly, I never thought about Leigh. Then, I heard that she was divorced and had moved back to town. Still, no effort was made to contact her. She was a crush from the past, and I had moved on. That changed when I met some friends for drinks and discovered that she had been invited, too.

Leigh was starting over and wanted to get out on the town. I talked about some of the fun things that I knew about and how I would be happy to take her out one night. She thought that would be great but wanted me to understand that it was not a date. We were just two old friends having a good time.

That was fine with me. I was not going to push it. We were not kids anymore, and I was not lusting after her.

We hit the usual spots, and Leigh had a good time. We talked about the old days, and I showed her how to get back into the circuit. The night lasted longer than we realized, and, eventually, it was time to go home. We walked to my car and got in. As I put the key in the ignition, things took a turn for the better.

Leigh leaned in, kissed me, and said that she had been wanting to do that all night. That was awesome, but her next move was surprising. She undid my pants and pulled out my cock. Before I knew it, she had it all in her mouth. My eyes went into the back of my head as Leigh gave one of the best blow jobs I had ever had.Car Job

It was cool outside and hot inside, which made the windows fog up. That was a good thing because people were walking by the car the entire time. As she took all of my cock into her mouth, I tried to fondle Leigh’s pussy or at least get my hands to her breasts. That did not work. I could only grip the steering wheel. She sucked, and I gripped. Finally, I could not take anymore and came deep into her throat.

“Do you think you can get that back up by the time we get to my house?”


I drove to Leigh’s house with visions of fucking in my head. When we arrived, I was not disappointed. As soon as we walked into the door, I had her clothes off. She still had a good body, but her breasts were outstanding. They were huge and her nipples were hard. Dark and round. They were sticking out farther than any I had ever seen. They were just waiting to be bitten and sucked.

We made it to her bed, and I did everything to Leigh that my adolescent mind has fantasized about. We used every position in the book. We were all over the bed as I pounded her from behind. I was smothered by her breasts as she got on top. However, the best part was when I got her into the missionary position. Usually, I like something more exotic. This time was different.

In the missionary position, I could stare into her mesmerizing eyes. In the missionary position, I could watch her breasts move up and down with my thrusts. I could look at them as they fell slightly to her side. In the missionary position, I could hook my arms under her legs to go deeper. I could change speeds. I could watch her mouth as she said that she had not been fucked like that in years. In the missionary position, I could watch her cum. In the missionary position, I could drive deep within her and pour my cum inside of her.

I could all of that just like I had imagined all those years before.

I got up the next morning and kiss Leigh goodbye. We never went out again, and we never had sex again. I knew what it was. I was someone comfortable and familiar. I was someone she considered safe that could help her make the transition from marriage to single life. I was her bridge.

As I drove home, I called my old college roommate. I remembered that old drunken declaration and had to tell him that I finally did it.


The Deluge

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , , on February 24, 2014 by Ethan

The weather report was horrible. Storms were descending upon the city, but there was no way I was going to miss the concert. Crystal had other ideas. She was worried about the wind and the rain. She was also worried about flooding. At the last minute, she said that she was not going to go. I was not mad, but I was not going to the concert alone.

I called a few friends, but none were available. Then, I remembered Laynie, a young woman at work who had mentioned how much she would like to go to the concert. She was a sight to behold. Red hair. Green eyes. She was barely old enough to drink but thought she knew the ways of the world. I called and asked her to the concert. Her excitement could be felt through the phone.

When I picked Laynie up, I could not believe it. High heels. Low cut shirt. Tight jeans. Her ass was the right size. Plenty to hold on to. Once we were in the car, she made her intentions clear. She was only going because she was dying to see this performer. It was not a date, and I should not expect anything to happen. I agreed but had no intentions of letting it go that easily.

It rained a little on the way, but it had stopped by the time we parked. Some of her friends had rented a hotel room and wanted us to stop by for drinks. The entire room had been turned into a giant bar. They had everything anyone could want. In fact, they were loaded when we arrived and immediately offered up shots. Laynie would only take a shot if I did. I do not usually do shots but knew that she needed to be loosened up.

She had a few more drinks while I pretended to have a few. Then, we headed to dinner in the private club of the arena. It was perfect. It was quiet, and we were away from the crowd. I could start working on her refusal to end the night in an embrace. I ordered a bottle of wine and began to soften her stance.

I asked if she had a boyfriend. She asked if I had a girlfriend. Slowly, the conversation got more personal. She asked about my sexual adventures. I told her a few things but did not want to spook her. I asked about hers. She told a few stories that I thought might be true. Others I was not as sure about. In short, I got her into a sexual frame of mind.

After getting more drinks, we made it to the seats. The performer entered the arena and started the show. This is where things get a little fuzzy. Perhaps, I had one too many drinks, as well. I know that I placed my hand on her knee. Then, I started rubbing her thigh. Eventually, I made my way to the crotch of her jeans. Laynie did not stop me, and I could tell why. She was totally soaked.

I leaned in to kiss her, and Laynie opened her lips slightly to take in my tongue. This continued throughout the concert. We were not listening to the music, and we were not listening to the performer as he continuously reported the weather outside. It was getting rough. He was warning people in the crowd that they should leave if they felt it necessary. No one left.

As the show ended, I could not get Laynie home fast enough. My cock was hard, and I did not want her out of the mood. We walked to the car through the rain. People on the street were talking about the storm, and I could tell that it had been worse than it was then.

As I drove her home, Laynie was squirming. It was not the downpour that we were driving through.Rain

I knew what she wanted, but she could not convince herself. She kept saying that the night was fun, but we had gone too far. Nothing else was going to happen. We would see about that.

I pulled into the driveway and got out to open her door. The rain had stopped for a while. I walked her to her backdoor.

“You are not coming in.”

“I know. I am walking you to the door because it is the gentlemanly thing to do.”

As she reached to unlock the door, I turned her around and kissed her goodnight. I pulled her close to me so she could feel the bulge in my pants. Laynie moaned as I darted my tongue into her mouth and moved my hands to her breasts. Being young, her skin was smooth and her breasts were perky. Her nipples were erect as my hands kneaded them. I knew she was going to give in.

I was never going to get into her house, but I did not have to. I pressed Laynie against the car and unfastened her jeans. Soon, her jeans were around her ankles. Her white thong covered just enough for her not to be nude. She fumbled with my jeans until I helped her get my cock out. That is when she slid down the car until she was kneeling in front of me. She took my cock into her mouth as much as she could, but I could tell that she wasn’t that experienced.

I pulled her up and pulled her panties down. Now, it was my turn to kneel as I pulled Laynie’s jeans and panties away. Then, I turned her around. She had told me at dinner that she had always wanted her boyfriend to lick her asshole, but he would not do it. I had no such reservations. I spread her cheeks and gave her hole and ran my tongue across it. Layne gave out a  squeal and a whimper.

Then, I stood up. I bent Laynie over the car and entered her from behind. That was something else her boyfriend would not do. Obviously, he was not experienced, either. How could a guy have an ass like that at his disposal and not want to fuck his girlfriend from behind?

I eased into her, but I did not have to. Her pussy was dripping wet. It was running down her thighs and finding its way onto my balls. I stroked her slowly as she laid her head on the car. I was determined to make her cum. It took some time, but she finally exploded. Then, it was my turn. I pulled out a came all over her ass.

When we were finished, Laynie was shocked. She had never envisioned having sex with someone old enough to be her father. She had never had sex outside. She had never had an orgasm like that. In fact, she was convinced that it was the first time it had ever happened. What she thought were orgasms really were not.

We cleaned up with a towel that I kept in the car. I kissed her goodnight and drove away. As I did, the rain began to pour like I had never seen. It rained all night, and the city suffered a flood. However, no matter how much it rained it never got as wet as Laynie’s pussy.


The Return

Posted in Uncategorized on February 20, 2014 by Ethan

It has been almost a year since published a post on this blog. Honestly, I thought this blog had run its course. I had run out of stories and run out of inspiration. However, a few things have been left unfinished. There was the beginning of a story that has been my deepest and darkest fantasy for many years.

Replaying that fantasy in my mind has led to a couple of things. It has led me to realize that I have to finish it on this blog. It has also led me to remember that there are a few factual stories out there to be told.

I do this with uncertainty. I understand that the rules have changed since my last post. We are not allowed to post explicit photographs. I also do not know how many of my followers are still out there. If you have read some of my past writings, then I hope that you will read the ones in the future. If you have never seen this blog, then I hope you read what I have to say and explore some of the things I have said before.