And Air Mattress Does Not a Bed Make via Insomniac

He was my boyfriend (I'm a girl), and also a virgin.

Having sex on an air bed is at best a calculated risk, and at worst a complete and utter shitshow. This was the latter. Both of us were virgins, and he got a little...overenthusiastic when I suggested that it was time for us to do the deed. Because of the previously mentioned heat, we were

Sex Story

Snuck out of parents house a week before my 15th birthday. 1988. Walked to the party in the surfer-laden suburbs of Lake Forest (yep, the OC baby!). Was wearing thin peach top with black bra underneath, and short black 80s skirt that had those 3 ruffles tiered down it. Was blonde. Was very blonde due to Sun-In. Was tan. Was pretty fucking cute. Was being very brave because I hung out with punks, losers, dorks and

The Mystery of the Conch Shell Condom via Butchie

I was an emerging poet who loved and dated a boy for over a year just because he was the lead singer in a band and (this is what's more important) wrote the lyrics to all their songs. His mom—a local public high school English teacher who wanted desperately to be a writer, and with whom I hoped to connect so sweetly with that we'd go see Charles Dickens' plays together at Christmas, both of us wrapped up in scarves

That's What Friends and Their Husbands Are For via smurfette

I'm a nerd, and was a bit of a chubster in high school, so I didn't date. After I graduated, I stopped talking to everyone but my best friend from school, got hired by the USDA after a successful apprenticeship, and went to community college. I had a bit of a breakdown from lack of social interaction, and over the course of a year dropped out of college, did a fair amount of drugs (mostly pot), lost 60 lbs, became a vegetarian, quit my science job and started working at the local co-op. I met my first boyfriend at our weekly Dungeons and Dragons session.

The Dominant Older Woman via SageGirl's husband

She joined the company about a year after I did, I was in and out of the office a lot, because my job was mobile, so I'd stop and chat with her whenever I went by. She was fucking gorgeous, huge tits and whip-smart and funny. Me, being at the time, a fat, bespectacled nerd with a serious self-confidence problem, immediately thought "She's too good for me" and masturbated furiously to her image from afar but never made any moves on her for months. But we talked, laughed and, when my job gave me long breaks, I would keep her company while she wrangled the phones.

Conversations soon led us to discover that we had the same career plans (we both wanted to be cops) and just when I had barely wrangled up the gusto to ask "maybe

Lust On A Saturday Night

Teresa and I had only been together for a few weeks, just long enough for us to be confident in our feelings for one another. Even in public, I could barely keep my hands off her, and Teresa delighted in teasing me when I was least able to take advantage of her slim and inviting figure. This became a game between us, and she took every opportunity to drive me crazy with subtle touches and playful innuendos.

The Orthodox Virgins via therespizza

It was our wedding night, and despite having done damn near everything else, we had agreed to save the coitus, the final frontier, until we were married. We're Orthodox Jews, and hey, this was how we justified the everything else. He wasn't a virgin, having gotten religion in college after having his share of partners. I was, technically. After the wedding, still in our dress and suit (respectively), we drove over to the fancy hotel my parents graciously paid for (which is kind of weird in retrospect). I told him I had to "slip into something

The Insomniac

Introducing an all-new contributor to Volonte, Lois Pane. With an extensive writing history and an inexplicable air of mystery about her, Lois will be a featured erotic writer here. If you’re an experienced erotic writer and would like to contribute, please get in touch here!
Her body jolts her awake: 3:43 a.m.

My First Orgy

The word ‘orgy’ can conjure up different things for different people, particularly if you’ve never experienced one.

Some people might imagine a seedy gropefest in a darkened room. Others might picture an opulent and indulgent Greco-Roman affair, with grapes and wine spilling lasciviously over writhing bodies. In practice, a

Fire Escape – A New Sexy Story

This sexy story of a moment’s lust snatched under pressure is sure to raise your temperature. And as always, if this story inspires you to want to contribute, please do get in touch with us here.
As bland, characterless multinational offices go, Sara’s could have been worse. She had long ago learned to tune out the indistinct hum of printers, copiers, coffee percolators, ringing phones and stifled chatter. It had become white noise, almost therapeutic when she allowed herself the time to concentrate on it.

Election Dial

Fornication, fornication, fornication: as 71.4 per cent of adults in Britain were going to the polls to determine which party would be governing them next, I was in a hotel in Richmond waiting for Max to show for a little party of our own. Yes, I did vote, by the way and no, I’m not going to tell you who for.

Speed Dial to Orgasm

His text messages lit up her phone all day, becoming increasingly more explicit and endlessly provocative. It kept her flushed and distracted through every business meeting, making working on her birthday infinitely more bearable. She secretly responded to his messages during her breaks, as a palpable level of anticipation settled over both of them.

Tidal Erotic

She is back. Twenty years have passed and yet the years fall away as she soon as she sees the distant sea burning blue upon the horizon.

She had almost let herself forget. Memories gradually transformed into figments of her imagination, erotic fantasies that sometimes returned to her in the middle of making love to her husband. Back home, inside the

Like A Virgin

It’s taken me about three hours to look this fabulous. Did it take you as long? I hope you’ll appreciate all this effort…

Like a Virgin

I was shaking all the while as I applied even more lip gloss and sprayed

Getting Away With It

The restaurant faced the ocean, just steps away from the sugar pink sands of their beach-side retreat.

Getting A way With It

Come Together

it was a heated and nearly frantic display as the couple spilled from the elevator doors in the early twilight hours of the morning. His hands gripped her thighs as she hooked one leg over his hip, the short black skirt she’d worn at the club nearly pushed up to her waist. He fumbled with the keys to their apartment as she tugged his shirt out of his jeans.

‘G’ Marks the Spot

Roses are red,” he whispered into her ear, flicking the diamond that dangled from her lobe. His hands were on the small of her back, urging her forward in small steps toward the bedroom. She felt along the corridor in darkness, the silk blindfold tied neatly behind her head.

Most embarrassing situation you've been in?

A few weeks ago I was horny and for god knows what reason, decided to try use my cellphone as a vibrator.
Anyway... it got stuck up there and the only person who could get me to hospital was my friend (Who thought it was hilarious).
On the way there he posted on Facebook informing the world of my situation, along with my cellphone number.

the real bikini

This article is about the women's bathing suit. For the island group, see Bikini Atoll. For other uses, see Bikini (disambiguation).
Woman wearing a bikini at a beach

A bikini is generally a women's two-piece swimsuit. The design is simple: two triangles of fabric on top cover the woman's breasts and two triangles of fabric on the bottom cover the groin and the buttocks, leaving the woman's midriff exposed. What distinguishes the bikini from other swimsuits is its brevity. The size of the panty can range from full coverage to a revealing thong or g-string design.

A funny little story about how I nearly had a heart attack just now

One time when I was around 9 my mother gave me her ATM card and pin and asked me to walk to the bank to get $60 for her. Which I did. Being 9 it didn't occur to me that if she couldn't get herself to the bank 5 blocks away she couldn't get herself to a place to spend $60. Someone was probably bringing her drugs. But that's beside the point. I lost the $60 somewhere between the bank and home. My mother was furious! Super furious. She told me to go retrace my steps and find it. Which I did, the retracing my steps part but the $60 was long gone. I had a large tub of pennies and my mother made me roll them all (6000 pennies) to pay her back. It came to almost exactly $60 and my 9-year-old life savings was gone.