"Where are you going, love, I've just begun with you," I whispered as I pushed her back down on the bed. "Sarah, I've got to pee, I've been drinking all night, I have to go." I was not going to let her go so easily, I was now really warmed up. I was going to have a monster come, I promised myself. I lay myself down on my back, wriggled out of my panties an...
Browsing an internet chat room late one night, we stumbled upon each other innocently enough. We each had our own reasons for being there that night. Finding a kindred spirit in one another was an unexpected surprise. Yet, as casual conversation gave way to deeper, more meaningful discussion, we soon realized this was more than your average chat. So began o...
Waking the next morning, I found that Karen was already gone. I had not heard her arise nor quickly looking around the room, did I see any signs of her in the room. I got up and walked into the bathroom. She was not in there either. Knowing I hadn't dreamed any of this, I walked back into the room, intending to get dressed and go find her. I looked around. T...
She'd grabbed the flowers I'd brought, given me a deep tongue kiss and pulled me with her to the elevator. We were driving to meet a couple of her friends for dinner and she leaned over and whispered, "Let's come back to my apartment afterwards. I'm going to sit on your face." Hmmm. That was different. She was making the usual small talk but I couldn't rea...
From that day on, Cupcake was near constant companion in Sloane and Jack’s ‘play dates’. Jack would alternate between ignoring Cupcake while he tormented Sloane, or restraining her while beating and typically fucking Cupcake. By the end of their sessions both girls were totally exhausted and cuddled under a blanket while Jack went about his business. The gi...
I have a real love/hate relationship going on with Becky up in the front office -- she loves to hate me. I have never figured out why unless she is on some class kick. Maybe she thinks that being dressed up and working in the office makes her better than someone wearing grease and ink stained coveralls out in the shop. Then again, maybe it is my hair tonic o...
I will admit it. I am a bottom normally. My fantasy life is filled with images of me as innocent and naïve, a naughty little sex toy and an exploited porn star. I like the idea of being taken advantage of, forced to do that which I would not normally choose for myself. The taboo, the naughty, the dirty. My primary lover is a natural top. There is nothing I...
It was another of those amazing dinners, at L, this bistro we knew from last year and promised to return when we all would have reason to be in town at the same time. Carla was clearly still in love with him, but since I had a thing for him as well, it didn't really bother me much, particularly given our collective history. I had a bigger thing for Carla, I...
[Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years or older.] ***** Ron had his face pressed hard into Valerie's sopping wet pussy. As he rocked his head back and forth, grinding his nose across her tender little clit, he drove his tongue as deep into the soft wet folds of his wife's pussy as he could get it. With her eyes closed, head thrown ba...
Would, as always, appreciate it if people take those couple of extra seconds to vote for the story and of course make suggestions for what they feel would improve the story these are especially welcome as is all feed back good, bad or indifferent The Story was written for Adora who was kind enough to send her photographs as a staring point. A Breakdown Lea...