For as long as I can remember, I have fantasized about a no strings attached hot as hell rendezvous with an older and sexually confident woman. Little did I know that pain in the ass east coast flooding would stall me in Houston and I would meet that girl. Stuck at the airport and sipping my dry vodka martini, I found myself glancing around the bar. There w...
I know what you're thinking - corny title, predictable plot. Older man lets room to younger girl; she can't pay the rent, submits to spanking rather than be evicted. Saw the musical, bought the T-shirt, same old, same old... But you'd be wrong. There is indeed a lodger, and of course spanking (why else are we here?), but in reality events turn out very diff...
Dalila. Oh how have you done this to me? Once again I find myself in a state of longing for something I know I will never have. I ache for a complete stranger. Is it because I didn't say goodbye? I have only known you for six hours and I wish I knew you longer. I wish I could have been alone with you for longer. I arrived with my girlfriend. You were th...
It was Halloween and we were going to do something crazy. There we were, like fish out of water and dressed as a squirrel and a corncob in a swinger's bar. You looked really hot in your little squirrel costume and wearing your little red cowboy hat. Looking around, it seemed everyone knew everyone else and there we stood, watching, drinking our beers, and sm...
Warning: though consensual, this story deals with elements that may be too dark for some readers. If that's not your thing, don't read it. Authors note: the following is a spin-off of a previous story, a fictitious ad called "Terrorize me". ***** I laid in bed stroking the wetness between my legs. I had recently posted my availability for breeding and was...
You are standing at the kitchen window, just out of bed, it's the start of summer and its hot, but its always hot here. In your hand is a glass of water forgotten for the moment as you focus on some movement on the street below. You are dressed in only a loose top and cotton shorts, nothing else as its Saturday morning and apart from being hot there's nowhe...
As Emily Garrison made her way to 412 Old Homestead Place, she couldn't help but feel how wet between her legs she had become. This was nothing new, though, as she always gotten wet when she made her way there. Today was a bit different, though. Today, it was like someone had poured melted chocolate between her legs; that's how thick her issuance had become....
I thought all I needed to forget about the day was a drink at the hotel bar. A whole day of conferences with arrogant men wearing suits was exhausting. Sitting alone at a table I kept refusing the offers to buy me drinks. They all looked the same, and I just didn't want to hear what Ivy League School they graduated from or how high on the corporate ladder th...
Thomas took Sarah's hand as they entered his dining room. Like everything else in the house, it was large and still in the antebellum period. One of the servants pulled out a chair for her. Thomas looked at her. "Keep that skirt up so that your bare skin touches the wood." Blushing, Sarah did as she was told. Thomas looked at her as the servant filled thei...
Jamal Browne smiled to himself as he laid Kirsten Dwyer on her back, raised her slender alabaster legs in the air and popped his ten-inch Black cock right back into her asshole. The slim, blonde-haired housewife's lovely blue eyes popped as Jamal resumed fucking her in the ass. Time for this White slut to realize what she's been missing, Jamal thought to him...