The following is a transcript of private messages between two people. It was transpired of the course of a couple days. Originally Posted by naughtygirl69s: I do like anything to do with my ass, especially if I'm really worked up. I get to craving it in my ass. I love just having it teased while being fingered, and OMG, do I LOVE having my ass humped on, G...
Glen ran into Kim in the supermarket and ordered her to leave the cart of groceries and go to her car. The sudden arousal in his groin took him by surprise and he was simply engulfed by lust. She was there on the spot to service him so he wasn't going to let the opportunity pass by. He sat in the passenger seat, and she leaned over and touched his groin, ask...
Author's Note: This is going to get a little dark at points. It will involve pet-play, humiliation, and water sports. So if that's not your thing, I'm sorry to have caused you to waste a click. "Who's a good girl?" My husband looked down at me with a smirk of condescension spreading over his face. He stroked my hair playfully as I obeyed, my hands up near...
Bali was probably the most beautiful island that I have ever seen. Fantastic beaches with some great mountains in the backdrop. Very warm people, exquisite cuisines and some of the hottest bodies on the planet, all in one paradise like island. The days were slow and nights were pacy. Bali knew how to party and the beach parties were the most hip and happenin...
It had been a hot day. The sort of day where the humidity lays upon one's skin like a heavy blanket. She had spent nearly all day in the heat. The shower had been little respite. Warm damp did little to erase the exhaustion brought on by the sub-tropical temperature. After the shower, she wandered the house like a restless zombie. Air conditioners turned to...
Chapter 1: Phone Calls & Photos A Phone-call. 'Have you ever considered playing the other side?' The voice was low. Sultry and disembodied—as all phone voices are. It seemed to play not only on Sydd's sense of hearing, but tactily across her earlobe itself. A whisper that carried heat; raised the small hairs on smooth skin; that softly tickled the inner-ea...
Waiting for my husband to arrive from a long day of work had never been such an ordeal. Earlier in the afternoon I emailed my darling John detailing my plan to help him relax after another trying week at work. For the past month John has been working with a different boss. He calls her The Bitch when no one else is around. It seems she makes all her subordi...
A distraught Vivian had showered and donned a robe, she was at the kitchen table, trembling as she scissored her cutoffs to crotch length as the sheriff had ordered. It was 6:30 p.m. and the phone rang. She walked to the wall and picked up the receiver. George Reynolds' voice crackled in her ear. "Baby, I'm only a few blocks away. I can't wait to get my han...
Cassie hunched over the bar lazily, her elbows up and chin resting in her soft palms. Her tongue flicked mindlessly over the pair of symmetrical studs embedded in her lower lip. She glanced around the bar for the millionth time, vision partially obscured by the long evergreen hair that draped in front of her left eye. She stood at the bar, waiting patiently...
(To the reader: The story you are about to read is told in a completely new style for me. I was recently contacted by a fan and only inspired both this detour into minimal narration and the story itself. For these things I thank her. I enjoyed writing in this fashion, it was a nice change of pace. I found it to be more driven... more breathtaking... a kind...