So. Very. True.

So. Very. True.

Melinda’s husband had no idea why his wife looked forward with such fervent glee to her bi-weekly girls’ nights.
And she wasn’t about to tell him any time soon.

Melinda’s husband had no idea why his wife looked forward with such fervent glee to her bi-weekly girls’ nights.

And she wasn’t about to tell him any time soon.

He’d rarely been tempted by anything like this. But when he found himself endlessly staring at this gorgeous, fuckable ass, somehow the pretty added parts weren’t a problem.
"Sexy is sexy" he thought. "So why not give her a try. Every day’s an adventure."
He had no idea just how much of an adventure she would be for him.

He’d rarely been tempted by anything like this. But when he found himself endlessly staring at this gorgeous, fuckable ass, somehow the pretty added parts weren’t a problem.

"Sexy is sexy" he thought. "So why not give her a try. Every day’s an adventure."

He had no idea just how much of an adventure she would be for him.

Tim was a little uncomfortable with the suggestion of staying with his aunt during his first year of college.
His mother had said, “Tim, your apartment situation fell though and you start classes Monday. You can stay with Aunt Meg until you find another. I know you don’t know her that well, but she doesn’t bite.”
Once Tim settled in, and eased into this new living configuration, he found Aunt Meg much more open and interesting and even more unusually attractive than he’d imagined was possible.
And in the dregs of a shared bottle of wine one night, in the wee hours not long into his stay, Aunt Meg confided in Tim, as she hugged him and half-consciously fondled his tight butt, that she and his mom were only half-sisters. And when she kissed him goodnight, that kiss, which he happily participated in, lasted longer and went deeper and dirtier than any he’d ever shared with other girls before.
Tim wasn’t about to tell his Mom that Aunt Meg did bite. And stroke. And suck. And swallow. And fuck like an insatiable nymphomaniac.
He was, however, going to have to find another “reason” to tell his mother why he wasn’t moving out of Aunt Meg’s any time soon.

Tim was a little uncomfortable with the suggestion of staying with his aunt during his first year of college.

His mother had said, “Tim, your apartment situation fell though and you start classes Monday. You can stay with Aunt Meg until you find another. I know you don’t know her that well, but she doesn’t bite.”

Once Tim settled in, and eased into this new living configuration, he found Aunt Meg much more open and interesting and even more unusually attractive than he’d imagined was possible.

And in the dregs of a shared bottle of wine one night, in the wee hours not long into his stay, Aunt Meg confided in Tim, as she hugged him and half-consciously fondled his tight butt, that she and his mom were only half-sisters. And when she kissed him goodnight, that kiss, which he happily participated in, lasted longer and went deeper and dirtier than any he’d ever shared with other girls before.

Tim wasn’t about to tell his Mom that Aunt Meg did bite. And stroke. And suck. And swallow. And fuck like an insatiable nymphomaniac.

He was, however, going to have to find another “reason” to tell his mother why he wasn’t moving out of Aunt Meg’s any time soon.

Every now and then, Marion got this rabid urge.
Tonight, she decided to dress for it, and stay dressed. Then she waited.
Not knowing which of the couple she was house-sitting for would enter first, she quietly whispered to  her own burning libido,
"Whoever opens the door is getting the ride of their fucking life. The other might get to watch and wait their turn. Or maybe, they’ll be forced to stay outside and only listen. Until they beg for theirs."

Every now and then, Marion got this rabid urge.

Tonight, she decided to dress for it, and stay dressed. Then she waited.

Not knowing which of the couple she was house-sitting for would enter first, she quietly whispered to  her own burning libido,

"Whoever opens the door is getting the ride of their fucking life. The other might get to watch and wait their turn. Or maybe, they’ll be forced to stay outside and only listen. Until they beg for theirs."

This was never planned, never even in the dirtiest corners of Janie’s  mind. But she and her brother both thought that they were alone in the house this lazy weekend morning, and they both simply let their feral desires wander about unshielded.
Brad had left his door open after a good morning pee, and was just beginning to massage his still rigid, waking wood, while he sorted through the depraved file drawer of his fantasies to set his orgasm on track toward explosion.
Janie was shuffling down toward the kitchen for breakfast in just her panties. Her plan was to stay mostly naked as long as she could in the empty house, and do a little self-pleasuring of her own in some normally very public niches. That would put a dirty smile on her face in the tedium of evenings with family.
As she passed Brad’s door, the soft sound of a whispered grunt caught her attention and she stopped dead in her tracks. Before she knew it, Janie was hypnotically licking her lips, leaning on the door jamb, and dipping a finger or two into her own stirring pot.
Perhaps it was her delicate whimper as she saw the first beads of pre-cum emerge on his pretty cock’s head that made Brad open his eyes. But once they were aware of one another, and aware of their matching, voracious naked moods, everything ceased but the harmonic throbbing between both sets of self-assaulted thighs.
Nothing was spoken, but as Janie, trembling, eased toward the bed, and tenuously lowered herself, Brad’s knees willingly and half-unconsciously opened a path for his baby sister.
And the moment that Janie’s tongue tip grazed the swell of her big brother’s pulsing sac, nothing could stop this pair from sullying every blushing corner of their homestead, and sharing the kind of raw, carnal couplings one would only share with a partner who knows everything about your most private inner workings.
After this, they would pray for these private Saturdays to cum.

This was never planned, never even in the dirtiest corners of Janie’s  mind. But she and her brother both thought that they were alone in the house this lazy weekend morning, and they both simply let their feral desires wander about unshielded.

Brad had left his door open after a good morning pee, and was just beginning to massage his still rigid, waking wood, while he sorted through the depraved file drawer of his fantasies to set his orgasm on track toward explosion.

Janie was shuffling down toward the kitchen for breakfast in just her panties. Her plan was to stay mostly naked as long as she could in the empty house, and do a little self-pleasuring of her own in some normally very public niches. That would put a dirty smile on her face in the tedium of evenings with family.

As she passed Brad’s door, the soft sound of a whispered grunt caught her attention and she stopped dead in her tracks. Before she knew it, Janie was hypnotically licking her lips, leaning on the door jamb, and dipping a finger or two into her own stirring pot.

Perhaps it was her delicate whimper as she saw the first beads of pre-cum emerge on his pretty cock’s head that made Brad open his eyes. But once they were aware of one another, and aware of their matching, voracious naked moods, everything ceased but the harmonic throbbing between both sets of self-assaulted thighs.

Nothing was spoken, but as Janie, trembling, eased toward the bed, and tenuously lowered herself, Brad’s knees willingly and half-unconsciously opened a path for his baby sister.

And the moment that Janie’s tongue tip grazed the swell of her big brother’s pulsing sac, nothing could stop this pair from sullying every blushing corner of their homestead, and sharing the kind of raw, carnal couplings one would only share with a partner who knows everything about your most private inner workings.

After this, they would pray for these private Saturdays to cum.

It takes a village….

It takes a village….

I look at the photos you’ve shared, and not always just the nudes. I read the filthier fantasies we’ve exchanged that we secretly, or not so secretly both indulge in.
And we wonder together how many others also live in or quietly savor these twisted hungers, but dare not admit it. We know that we are not the only ones.
Sometimes all it takes is a flash of your wickedly smiling eyes and the curve of your alluring naked hip and I can’t stop myself from taking us on a torrid trip down every dirty road my wicked mind can find.
Then I lick up the mess wishing that at least one other tongue gracing my sticky knuckles would be yours.
You’ve helped open doors in me that I never knew I had. And now I can’t stop going through them, most often, with you.
Yes, always with you there… even if you are just my masturbating and moaning, cum-soaked audience of one.

I look at the photos you’ve shared, and not always just the nudes. I read the filthier fantasies we’ve exchanged that we secretly, or not so secretly both indulge in.

And we wonder together how many others also live in or quietly savor these twisted hungers, but dare not admit it. We know that we are not the only ones.

Sometimes all it takes is a flash of your wickedly smiling eyes and the curve of your alluring naked hip and I can’t stop myself from taking us on a torrid trip down every dirty road my wicked mind can find.

Then I lick up the mess wishing that at least one other tongue gracing my sticky knuckles would be yours.

You’ve helped open doors in me that I never knew I had. And now I can’t stop going through them, most often, with you.

Yes, always with you there… even if you are just my masturbating and moaning, cum-soaked audience of one.

This was Alicia’s secret little taboo cum dream in the flesh, being lusted after by her handsome uncle and his luscious son, with her own painful shyness finally giving way to becoming the centerpiece of an unbridled, filthy family threesome.
This impromptu wine-infused, incestuous collision would add a few new and delicious meanings to the phrase “family reunion”.

This was Alicia’s secret little taboo cum dream in the flesh, being lusted after by her handsome uncle and his luscious son, with her own painful shyness finally giving way to becoming the centerpiece of an unbridled, filthy family threesome.

This impromptu wine-infused, incestuous collision would add a few new and delicious meanings to the phrase “family reunion”.


Is this what Opening Naked Doors means?  This is a new kind of door knob.  You can turn it, but it’s hard.

What a very nice knob!! Did you get that at Cum Depot?
I can’t decide whether that works better as a new-fangled kind of lock, that opens only after a perfect hand or blow job - or as a portable glory hole?
Either way, yeah, I’d Open that Naked Door!
Excellent Submission!! Thank you!

Is this what Opening Naked Doors means?  This is a new kind of door knob.  You can turn it, but it’s hard.

What a very nice knob!! Did you get that at Cum Depot?

I can’t decide whether that works better as a new-fangled kind of lock, that opens only after a perfect hand or blow job - or as a portable glory hole?

Either way, yeah, I’d Open that Naked Door!

Excellent Submission!! Thank you!