All comments and criticism welcome. Jess, Tom and I quickly settled into a routine. When they needed oral attention, they would call or stop by. Jess knew of my times with her husband, but he knew nothing of her trips to my office or home to sit on my face or lay back on the couch while I licked her pussy and ass. A few times, I got what I called my "d...
The sweltering heat of summer finally gave way to the cool, crisp air of fall. Addie opened her bedroom windows, sighing as the cool night air drifted through the screen. The breeze floated over her body, caressing her breasts making her nipples strain against her t-shirt. She reached up to touch them, teasing the buds softly. Heat pooled between her leg...
He had bought it for me as a sort-of joke. That cute little vibrator with the silicone sleeve. He had told me I would need it when he went on deployment. It wasn't fancy, but it was something to tide me over, so he said. He had no idea those settings would come in handy on his duty nights before he had even shipped out. It was only seven inches long with a...
As I lay here in aftermath, my crotch still wet, but sated, I cannot help but think what a wonder Erik is. I came and came with him without him fucking me at all. That is not an unusual phenomenon; however, this time the circumstances were downright extravagant. A few weeks ago, he and I discussed our fantasies, what we thought of when we masturbated. We'd...
Fake Breasts or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Body Fake breasts, they're everywhere. They're in girly magazines, movies, on the streets and in our homes. In the last decade we have been inundated with these ugly, gravity defying, unnatural attachments to the female form, and this blitz of ballooning busts seems unlikely to peter out in the nea...
Right now: I am in a small basement room, bright with studio lighting. I am naked save for a thick leather hood, stiff latex corset around my middle, thigh-high latex stockings, and leather heels. The hood, corset, and stockings are shiny black, the heels sports-car red, though I cannot see them. Or much of anything. I am in a hands-and-knees posture, m...
This story was also published elsewhere by me. *** Pittsburgh, October, 2013 Simon Newell knew that Detective Samantha Kingston had fabricated evidence to ensure the female drug kingpin was arrested at the scene. When he wasn't doing tarot card readings, Simon sometimes worked as a part-time consultant for the Pittsburgh P.D. When a case had them flummox...
In spite of her stern expression, I couldn’t help but find the woman standing in front of my desk attractive. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun but I bet it would have framed her face very nicely if she let it down. In spite of her conservative business suit, the subtle curves I could make out were quite impressive. Of course, she would have been even mor...
"We've got to get you dressed up. The inspector is coming today," Paul said. "You wouldn't believe the look my boss gave me when I asked for the day off, but don't worry. We'll make a day of it." Maddy had been with Paul for so long that she had lost track of time. Each day blended with the rest: long stretches alone and at home while Paul worked at the sup...
"Strip princess," Victoria commanded Violet. For the moment, Chelsea and Niobe lounged in sumptuous chairs and watched the scene play before them. It was a short time after the end of Brentwood's impromptu meeting, and the four girls were closeted away in Victoria's room. Victoria's tone was icy, yet laced with a dark sensuality. She was in a mood to play...