Jordan watched the man that would make her feel like a woman. He was so tightly wound all the time. In his suit, with his beautiful brown eyes, and the thick hair that sprawled on his face. His sexuality wrapped in a suit all the time. The muscles that she knew were there so wanton in their waste. It was like Cristiano Ronaldo hiding his frame. He was work...
The day crawls its way back into the arms of night as the moon soars over us; my dear we are together again. The twilight is the backdrop with the last of the sun's rays shining red, making your hair appear more crimson like your lips. My fingers intertwine with yours and you look deeply into my eyes. As you stare into the dark pools of my eyes pictures of o...
The room was dark, hot and humid. It was immaculately clean except for the set of women's clothes pooled on the floor and the dishevelled bed. The bed grew more dishevelled by the second as the nude female form, splashed in moonlight from the window, thrashed on the bed. Her breath came in sharp, short gasps. With each hitch of her chest, her petite breast...
It was draughty and cramped. It was damp smelling and the skirting boards were full of mice. To get to it you had to climb three flights of creaking stairs. But it was perfect. It had a view of the park, or at least a view of the park's most ambitious treetops. It had hot water. Orange coloured hot water, but still. And, best of all, it was all mine. I'd s...
This story is based off true events. The identity of the characters has been changed for protection. This is a continuation of the first part which events recently took place last week of July. Please stay patient, I do not have an editor. If you have suggestions on how this story should go, please leave comments and I will discuss with my co-worker. *** C...
My wife's name is Anna. She's a research engineer, genetics. I'm an artist. A commercial artist, not one of those alcoholic, sex on a giant canvas types. Though that does sound kind of fun. Anna and I have kids, a house that's aging, and incredibly demanding deadlines both in day jobs and family business. After our last baby was born - God, I hope it's the...
Chapter 3: The Next Meeting Linda was running down the tunnel to the plane. She was late for boarding and had to hurry. Finally, in her seat, buckled up safely, she gave a big sigh of relief. She made it! Looking out the window at the airport as they turned and taxied down the runway for takeoff, she remembered back to when Chris had come to her. Now it was...
Jadyn had put her phone on silent lest Daunte tried to text or call her with any empty apologies. She had never been to Rafael's place. It seemed hundreds of miles away as a hot wetness throbbed between her quivering thighs. At one stop light unable to stand the masculine scent of him, the feel of his body heat, Jadyn ran her hand along Rafael's thigh. He s...
The late evening is temperate and breezy as you wait for his arrival. He pulls into the parking lot and finds you leaning up against the side of your car dressed in a loose cotton skirt and a light halter-top, and a pair of black flats. You share a warm greeting as he emerges from his car and moves to hug you tenderly, smelling lightly of amber and patchouli...
The moment Anthony closes the door, he finds Molly's arms over his shoulders, her tongue in his mouth. He can taste the lingering urine on her, smell it on her breath, the urine he put there only moments earlier, the urine she guzzled while fingering herself to orgasm. Water hisses from the shower head, soaking them and rinsing away some of their human musk....