Imagining, your arms stretching willingly. High above your head. His naked body close to you. A sultry smile moves across your lips as he moves his hands over the soft, smooth skin of your arms. He smiles back, slipping soft, silk like loops gently around each wrist, each tied firmly to a sturdy bedpost. His fingertips slowly move down your naked body, taki...
She wakes up before her alarm, as usual. Her pussy is wet...as usual. He texts her. "Good morning, luscious." She smiles and feels herself tighten, just at the sight of his name in her phone. "Good morning, Daddy. I woke up with a soaking pussy." She teases her fingers along her pussy lips to feel that wetness, to spread it. She can smell her needy cu...
Alison squirmed as much as her binds allowed her to move, testing them for weaknesses. But there was no give. She was truly helpless. Alison was a slim, slightly taller-than-average woman. She had thick red hair and her cheeks were dotted with a small number of freckles. She had green eyes, and B-cup breasts. She was just a beautiful woman and looked even m...
The sun began creeping into the room and I could almost see it through my closed eyes. Somewhere inside a bell went off telling it was time to open my eyes and wake up. Suddenly, my mind took me to what had happened the night before and my eyes shot open as I instinctively called out her name. She was there, lying next to me her eyes not five centimetres aw...
Martin stirred and looked at the bedside clock. Midnight. Had he heard something or was he just dreaming. He rolled over to look at his beautiful thirty six year old wife, Jenny, with the face and body of a twenty year old. She slept quietly with her light brown face framed by her long black hair. Martin decided he needed a cool drink on this warm mid-su...
Chapter 8: The Interns Stew, the pipefitter, drained his mug of beer and set it back down on the bar. It had been a long, tough week, and he was ready for his Friday night hand job. "Carl!" he called down the length of the bar, to the ancient bartender, "Is Nancy here yet?" Carl was wiping out a glass with a bar rag. He nodded, and wagged his head toward...
- Ashley is her name but it isn't stated in the story below. ---- There you sit, impatiently, waiting for your boyfriend who seems to have been gone too long for a visit to the gents and get an ice-cream cone for you. In the corner of your eye, as you scan the shopping gallery you're in, you noticed a short struggle and someone being dragged into the serv...
It's almost noon, and I'm still wearing the silky black slip I slept in last night. My dark red hair is tousled, hanging down around my shoulders. It feels sexy, the way each little movement of my head sends locks of my hair skimming across my bare skin, tickling me; it feels like I'm teasing myself. There's music playing in the background, "John, Ain't It H...
Your breath is hot against my lips; I can feel every rasp rush along my sensitive skin as your lower body holds me in place against the wall. I can feel my skin tingling wherever we touch, your hands flex excitedly against the fleshy part of my hip, dragging my hips closer to yours, fitting me more firmly against you. My breath rasps in and out of me, my bre...
I'm lying alone in our bed, naked, of course, waiting for you to come home. I'm lying on my back, my head pillowed by my arms, staring at the ceiling, thinking of you and growing excited by those thoughts. As my thoughts begin to wander, so do my hands. Pulling my arms out from under my head, I slide my hands lightly over my breasts, still covered by the s...