She pulled up in the drive way, the Christmas lights still up, blinking cheerfully. She always enjoyed how they cheered her up on the dark winter nights. She grunts as she unloads her bags from the car. Trudging up the steps, she opens the door, the two black puppies bounding out joyfully, jumping on her bags, knocking them from her hands. She gives up laug...
Author's note: This story contains aspects of BDSM and Female Led Relationship, as well as hints of cuckoldry. While adultery can be a great source of enjoyment in fantasy and erotica, in real life it damages souls and destroys marriages. Please treat the following story as a fiction and fantasy piece only. It is written to deliver pleasure, and has no other...
My juices mixed with the swear from our bodies had soaked my sheets so much so that when I awoke a few hours later, not only the cent but the moisture was still present. The previous night began to replay in my head. I couldn't help but smile as I reminisced . I rolled over in search of my new lover but he wasn't there. A quick rush of fear ran through m y b...
This is a letter I sent to my slave after she wrote to me describing a scene in which she licks my feet clad only in a dog collar. In her fantasy, I am giving an afternoon tea party for my proper, socialite friends. They stare in amazement as she provides her service to me. One young 20 something catches my eye and by her reaction, I know she is ready for my...
The door opened, and a tall, broad man stood at the door. He was shirtless, and he wore only a pair of black shorts. The man also wore a red eye mask with yellow thunderbolts next to his eyes. The man narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Derek. "May I help you, Sir?" the man asked in a gruff voice. Derek gulped, his mind racing to think of something. "Um......
A few days passed and Ivy was beginning to get restless. She had not seen nor heard from John and she didn't like that. She would often gaze out from her upstairs bedroom window, looking at John's house, wondering what he was doing inside. Was he fucking that wretched wife of his? Was he touching her and kissing her like he did with Ivy? Ivy became angry...
Monica found it hard to adapt to being a whore for the American soldiers. It had been humiliating to prostitute herself to the army officers. But there had only been six a day. Being screwed that often had not been easy for an inexperienced woman such as herself but she'd learned to cope. The officers had included some pigs who got off by treating her like s...
This is the direct continuation of "Phoned-in". If you didn't read that, I suggest reading it first so you understand what's going on. *** ** After about two minutes of relaxing like that, he turned her on her back and put his face between her tits. She had two children and was not too skinny even before that, so her tits were rather floppy, but quite ful...
The Trade It was an easy dinner, burgers and a couple pitchers. My wife and I needed that every once in a while. Our schedules always seemed to be opposite: Nights vs. days, weekends vs. weeks. It was definitely putting a crunch on our sex life. We finished the beer and paid the tab. On the walk back to the car, we passed a smoke/adult store. I made a quick...
I've known Helen Blackstone forever. Ever since we were students at Morton Academy, an all-female private school located in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Helen was the six-foot-two, gorgeous Black Amazon-like chick I always admired. She was captain of the women's soccer team at the Morton Academy and one of the toughest women in the universe. I worshi...