I've just taken the roasted chicken out of the oven and set it to rest when you come through the door. You're still on the phone, speaking authoritatively about some issue. There's always some escalation. Always some emergency. Almost every day. You wave me off, barely even acknowledging me as you enter. I'm furious at being dismissed once again. We had agr...
It had been a very long day and Greg felt weary to the bone as he hopped into his vehicle and headed for home. He had been away from home for five days trying to sell agricultural insurance to farmers and he was more than ready to get back to the city. He was feeling really tense as he raced back home. A dull ache nagged away in his brain and he felt rattle...
Your lips smear red lipstick down my rock hard swollen shaft, your French manicured nails rest against my tightened thighs squeezing gently as you graciously slide me in and out of your warm sexy mouth. Your smooth hair flows down your satin blouse as you please my cock. You grab hold at the base of my shaved cock with your fist and lick my swollen head with...
Sandy was out of breath as she arrived for her appointment at the best women's beauty spa in town. Appointments are exclusive and hard to get, but Sandy's husband Dean had managed to book one. Sandy had had a couple of trying weeks at work that had left her exhausted and over-wrought, and Dean thought she could use a little bit of pampering. The place was b...
A wise man once said that bitches need fucking the way dudes need purpose and power. I think he was right. That's why, as a man, I seek power and fuck bitches as much as I can. Doing my part to support the species, you know. My name is Charlemagne Antoine and I'll be your tall, good-looking and well-endowed, uncircumcised Haitian-American hustler for the eve...
We went out for a romantic dinner by candlelight at a small local restaurant. My wife was wearing a rather sheer black dress that wrapped at the top, showing a lot of cleavage, especially since she wasn't wearing a bra. In the right light, her turgid nipples were very visible. We held hands and looked at each other through dinner with lust in our eyes. My di...
The young woman is walking along the side of the road. It is a grey day and wet. Despite the weather her only clothes are jeans and a maroon sweatshirt. She is walking away so as I drive up behind her I have the chance to take in some details - mousy brown hair cut straight and falling just below her shoulders, a slim waist and promising curves for her botto...
Meg looked out of the bedroom window, it was strange how the initial frantic urgency fades but the passion, the sheer sexual physicality remains. They had been in the hotel room for minutes now and apart from their initial kiss there had been a lull, a hiatus in the knowledge that there was time. Jonathan moved behind her, placing his hands around her wais...
As I lit the last of the candles, she walked slowly out onto the set. I know I must have been trippin cuz I swear time itself started moving in slow motion. Every step had a sensual nature about it. The movement of the white satin robe contrasting against her dark chocolatey skin was like foamy ocean waves gently washing over the midnight shore, and I wonder...
Note to readers: Hope you enjoy reading this story. It was written for a very dear friend of mine for Valentines day. I have been thinking about this for a long time... But how do I go about it.. We have had this game going for so long it has finally become a reality. The mistress, what exactly does that mean... Hmmm.... Well to me it means you care, you en...