Category: Gosht Stories

My wife, Annie, was brought up in a strict home, and hadn’t even been French-kissed until our first date in college. She was a virgin on our wedding night, …

When I got back to my apartment from work the next day, I powered up my laptop and checked my personal mail account. Wow, there it was! Really? One …

She sips her tepid coffee and reads the newspaper, trying to decide what to do after the bills are paid and some sort of dinner is prepared. The house …

Up until a few hours ago she dressed like a nun. Now she was sitting in a public place displaying her body on demand to acquaintances and strangers alike. …

I waited until my cock had gone soft in Gwen’s mouth. Then I pushed her face away. I held her head up with my fingers on her chin and …

I said nothing. She hesitated a little longer and then turned and opened the front door. She stood just inside the door for a moment and looked outside. It …

I was furious when I left work. I don’t think I had ever been so mad in my life. I had a chance to cool down a little as …

I was in what sociologists would call an “at risk” group. You’ve read the same stories I have and know the type: long dirty blond, some would say red …

Crys was anxious for our upcoming trip to begin. I had promised to take her to a new swinger’s club a few hours out of town. We spent the …

A wife and mother wishes for some colour in her contented but somewhat dull life. She gets it. A fantasy of having sex with men half her age becomes …