"Jonnnn. I'm... feeling lonely," she purred quietly. Despite her efforts, I heard her little message and gave Jon a knowing look. My wife Julie smirked too. Cara was clearly not aware that we knew what this "code" of hers meant: she was horny. In the past, this little phrase resulted in Jon's swift disappearance from our voice chat server to take care of h...
Over the next few days the Occidental Orchid was becalmed in the Bay of Biscay, the weather being too placid for much progress. Aside from a notable morning's robbing of a passing Portuguese brigantine, these were languid days that stretched out for sultry hours, and the Captain had much time to devote to his captive lady. As she sat, customarily naked, bef...
Viola was so nervous. She had been talking to Zyair for almost a year and they were finally meeting for the first time. Waiting for him in the airport terminal, her heart was beating out of her chest. She stood tall in a flowy, floral summer dress which was extremely flattering on her curves. Her long, red hair hung low around her breasts in a loose curl. Sh...
**AUTHOR'S NOTE** **Everyone in this story is 18 or older** ***** I lean my back against a brick wall inside of the school. I am in the space between lockers so no one can see me unless someone walks directly passed me. But seeing as how class started five minutes ago. I doubt anybody is going to be taking a walk through the halls. I lean my back agains...
**AUTHOR'S NOTE** **Everyone in this story is 18 or older** ***** Currently I'm about half a block away from Stacie's house. I keep looking down at my phone rereading the text message she sent me. I shouldn't be this nervous. I mean it's just sex right? Just for the experience. That's the only reason we're doing this. I'm finally standing in front of Sta...
I unlock the door to my apartment and slowly crack open the door, not sure of what I will find. You have been my slave in training for quite some time now, and although you typically obey Mistress's orders, dearly afraid of the punishment you will receive if you don't, on rare occasions the unruliness in you gets the best of you. Ah. And there you are. Still...
It's a Saturday evening, and I'm feeling feverish. I take off my heels as I enter our home, and as my mind is elsewhere, I set down my keys and purse. Maybe it was the dirty things you whispered in my ear last night. Maybe it was that we didn't get to see each other for lunch, and how the last time we did I let you take me against the kitchen sink. Sometim...
Chapter 2: Afternoon Delight The call comes in the late morning, while I'm sitting at my desk. "I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop fantasising about us, together." I try to act casual—your husband is just in the next cubical, and I know that he can hear me when I'm speaking on the phone. "I see," is my attempt at a non-committal reply. "Is the...
Sunday and Monday were my nominal weekends, my consecutive days off from tending bar at the Sweet Spot. Since Harmony moved in six weeks earlier, I often spent part of one or both of these days and many nights fucking her. We were friends and neighbors but first and foremost we were fuck buddies. Often when the telephone in my apartment rang, I answered...
I watched the gateaux slide off the plate. Then I felt it, cold and squishy. "Oh god!" I gasped in shock. I looked him in the eye as I panted feeling the cold, sticky mess roll down my pussy. I swallowed hard as he smiled. He put the plate down still holding my clothes away from my body. Then he grinned and just let go. The elastic waist band of my panties...