The letter was already wrinkled and smeared when Yana unfolded it for the hundredth time. The sweat of her hands had made it all yellow and the thread with the key had come off a while ago. Dear Yana, I hope my last will and inheritance didn‘t made you leap out of your skin. I know you‘re not used to gifts, and I remember how you constantly protested to acce...
Being part of a business partnership can be a trying experience. I had spent many years in my industry with many a companion by my side, only for things to end up tense or tedious. Perhaps no one could ever work with me. Maybe I am just too troublesome or stubborn. Then there was Mark. He was slightly older than me, so I figured this meant he would be a bi...
Summer came around again, and the annual pool party was on, and I guess I must have made a banging good impression at the last one, because I was among the first to be invited to this one. I was guessing swimwear would be "optional" if it was anything like the party the previous summer was, so I had just thrown on a long cover-up, naked underneath and put m...
A slight, smug smile can be seen as Brittany worked her evil magic with this wicked device. She knows what a spectacle I can make of myself if I did not maintain control. I just want to rip my clothes off and fuck something, anything. The throbbing in my clit is so intense that it is now painful. I fight for my breath. My hips gyrate in slow, uncontrollable...
* * * * This is the second installment of a two-part story. The first is told from the point of view of the husband. Here are the same events, as experienced by her. * * * * Weekend Yard Work: Her Story As if the stress of my deadline wasn't enough, I heard my husband start up the lawn mower. After being married for so many years, he should know that whe...
The house was dark and quiet when Dan returned home that evening. At first, it worried him, but then he saw that Heather's car was in the garage. Seeing her car reminded him of what Heather had said to him in the bathroom, "...just a taste of what will be waiting..." he smiled as he opened the door from the garage to the kitchen. All the lights in the house...
If my husband had told me what it was called there was no way I would have gone; why its called Dogging I have no idea, but having sex with strangers in public is the way he originally put it to me. We were enjoying a nice evening in bed, his fingers working on my pussy and as usual the talk was all about sex and my fantasies. I had told Steve, my husband th...
Chapter 1: The Perfect Beginning of My Descent You know, when you read stories about men who are sexually subordinated to their wives, there's always some asshole in the comment section—someone who is obviously pretty insecure in his masculinity—that posts a message like: "What a wimp! Divorce the bitch or choke her to death on you cock." These guys think t...
Oooooh He slid further inside of me, so far I could feel him gently bump my cervix. It was just this side of painful, still pleasurable, but definitely a reminder that he was a little big for traditional doggy style. I angled my ass up higher, giving back a little more resistance for him to push against without him being able to hit quite so deeply. He s...
With the last news out of Traci's mouth being that she has fantasized for years to not only have a black man in her but the fantasy that she wanted three or four black guys fucking her. As my head cleared, I remember for years when I would fuck her with a dildo, she would suck on one or alternate between two others. I always thought it was being done as a sh...