Future of Porn

We have lived in this neighborhood for over twenty years and only in the last two years have we become close friends with another couple, Pete and Michele, who have lived in our neighborhood for fifteen years. Molly and Michele had met during a back to school night a couple of years back. The women started to spend a lot of time together. As their friendship grew, they started to share more and more of their personal life with each other.

Michele was the wild one, and in the course of time she had awakened the woman in my wife. I was on the receiving side of that awakening and I was not complaining. This past year Molly surprised me with a calendar at Christmas. My calendar contained sexy pictures of Molly for each month of the year. January featured Molly in a nice white teddy, February she had a little less, it was a slow strip until November where Molly appeared completely nude. But the best picture was December’s. In this picture both Molly and Michele were featured, kneeling on a bed, each with an arm around the other, smiling at the camera, wearing a very tiny bikini. Read more »

“Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments welcomed.”

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The next morning Lori decided on a cultural adventure - or at least that was what she told me. It might have been cultural for her, but it was not at all cultural for my cock.

She said she wanted to go to a museum across town to learn more about the history of the female dominant culture. We did go to a museum, true, but it was no ordinary museum. Instead, I discovered the most shocking place I ever visited. Not in my wildest imaginations did I ever imagine such a place could exist. Read more »

My name is Dr. Christiana Swensen and I am the founder/director of the Swensen Sex Research Clinic in Stockholm, Sweden. My area of specialty is the study of the male reproductive system and the pathologies associated with the epididymides, vas deferens, bulbourethral glands, and the prostate. My research over the past seven years has been devoted to helping men with low sperm counts or ejaculatory problems achieve a more satisfying sex life for themselves and their partners.

In July of last year I formulated an oral medication in the form of a highly concentrated tablet called “EJAX-472″. Most of the ingredients of EJAX-472 are derived from natural, organic foods that have been proven to strengthen the male reproductive system. These substances have been further enhanced by the addition of a genetically manipulated gene inherent in the plant, Secalecereale Phleumpratence, which has been shown to increase sperm production from anywhere between 100% to 300% in most subjects. Read more »

Emily followed Gina into the little kitchen of her chalet and waited while the older white woman made tea. She was impatient to learn if her friend had successfully checked out whatever it was she needed to, and if they really were going to be able to indulge in a session of safe public exhibitionism. She wanted to show herself off; even the idea was turning her on.

If her traditional Jamaican family, with its devout Christian beliefs, had any idea what she was contemplating, they would disown her on the spot. But it was rebellion against her religious upbringing that had brought her to work on this holiday park in the first place, and so, she reasoned, they had only themselves to blame for her behaviour now. God had given her this body to enjoy, if she now chose to let others enjoy it with her, then that was her own affair. Read more »

It was three days till New Year’s Eve. Trish and I had discussed going out, but the truth was, we really didn’t want to have to face all of the amateur partiers that we knew we would run into that night, no matter where we decided to go.

I was sitting in the media room with Tracy.

‘Do you have any plans for Friday night?’ I asked her.

‘There’s a bunch of kids who want to go out, but nobody wants to pay for hotel rooms so we don’t have to drive home. You know me. I don’t care if they all want to get drunk, but I’d rather not be out on the streets with all of the crazies.’ Read more »

I met her one morning… I guess it would be week eight, in our relationship. Our weird, intense relationship.

She was wearing a loose little frock. It was designed to be worn over something else, like a body suit. Of course, she’d bypassed all that nonsense. It had a low, square scoop in front, and big arm holes. At the tops of her thighs, it had little v-shaped cuts up her legs, with two larger ones by each hip.

Her legs were the first thing you noticed. They were bare, gleaming, muscular, and the eyes naturally flowed from her round calves, up to her knees, up to her defined thighs, up to her hips. Before long, you realized that you were admiring her thighs, hips and stomach “through” her dress. It was gray, of a light, loose fabric that pressed against her body when she walked forward. When she was standing still, it hung off the curve of her breasts, hiding little. Read more »