"God, I haven't had a fuck in hours," I thought as I pulled into the parking lot. My last had been a quickie with my boss, bent over his desk as he fucked his big cock into me hard and fast. I rubbed my clit while he spanked my ass and told me what a dirty little slut I was, and we both ended up cumming in about five minutes. It's truly amazing what you can...
Professor Munroe was fucked. He just didn't know it yet. Lucille (that sweet little blond freshman he just couldn't resist) had decided it was time to make a few changes in their clandestine relationship. Not only that but she had taken some precautions just in case he protested (precautions of the most discriminating kind). Earlier that week Lucille had lef...
Again I am abruptly interrupted. I do not want to go to some stupid conference room, not now. I don't want to go anywhere, don't want to do anything. I just want to think of you, of last night. Last night, you and me, desperately horny, all over each other already in the taxi, tongues deep in each other's mouths, your hands everywhere on my body. Before I k...
It's the same every night. I come home after a long day, weary of the world, sweaty and tired. The lights are off and a soft, flickering glow of candles emanates from the master bedroom. In the air, a hint of incense and perfume. I set down my tool box and coat, close my eyes and breathe deeply of the fragrance. A dark shape in the doorway. My angel, my dark...
Admittedly, I was rather late getting into the "dating game." It was just after Christmas Break of my senior year of high school when I had finally fallen in love with someone – a tall, glamorous beauty with a silky voice, eyes as deep as the oceans, and skin as white as virgin snow: Claire Mangelson. Suddenly, I realized that, for the first time in my lif...
I am not the smartest or the bravest person. I am not the tallest inside and many times I find myself running late. I worry about the world and the people in it, and I eat all the things; mostly cake. But I'm a good person, and if that's the only choice I ever manage to keep for the rest of my life, then I can live with that. Yet, lately it feels like life...
You put the kid to bed in his own room at a reasonable hour tonight. He's not great at bedtime yet, but he's learning. I've been making drinks - margaritas with a heavy pour of tequila - and we're cuddled up in our bed taking liberal gulps. It's good to be able to enjoy the warm buzz together, and the playfulness is starting to show. I run my hand down you...
She watches His car leave the driveway, her tender blue gaze watching until it disappears down at the corner… carrying Him away for another long day along for His pet. Holding in the soft whimper, as she feels alone without Him near, without His gaze. Knowing that even out of His sight, she is completely controlled by Him. His pet begins upstairs, in the be...
Paul stepped back, admiring his handiwork as Laura pressed up against him from behind, her hands rubbing over his body. "All set?" She asked. He smiled as he let her touch him. "Yes, ready." he replied. Her hands reached lower, feeling his hardness even against the crotch of his jeans. "May I have the first turn?" said Laura, her voice sultry and deep, wi...
It's the mornings after we've fucked all night that I relish most. But, why? Do these diurnal moments compare to our tangled, sweaty couplings of the evening prior? Can they be measured against the number of times I screamed your name with abandon, chanted it over and over like a prayer, moaned it like an expletive? In the bright and pure light of this lat...