I came home from work last night, walking into my apartment turning on lights as I went. When I turned on the first light, something lying on the floor caught my eye. I looked down and saw a trail of rose petals disappearing out of the living room and down the hall. I started to follow them, excitement building with each step. When I got to the door leading...
She said she wanted two. I knew immediately what she meant. We'd been with a woman, by that point, and she'd loved that, feeling bare breasts behind her, on her shoulder blades, while smoother hands, smaller fingers slipped around her waist, over her belly, straying over her upraised nipples. She'd felt a soft, whiskerless face kissing up her thigh, dipping...
As the rain slumped down on the window, Mila stood upright, clinging both hands to the bleak, lucid glass before her. A countless contemplations were rushing through her mind. Was it best to fall asleep alone tonight? Or to lure her husband, Brandon, from watching his most loved soccer league and make love to her preferably. Of course! She would attempt to...
Swish... slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, the tails of the flogger makes contact with the right cheek of her ass, and the fingers find the crack... She let's out a gasp, her ass cheeks clench. I move slowly around the bed... Swish... slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, her left cheek now reddens and her ass clenches she gasps again. Again I move slowly, again I let...
He fucked like he did everything else - with the single minded devotion of a man hunting God. Standing across the room from him, clad in nothing but skin, I finally understood desire. I felt it between my legs, and on my fingers, as I touched myself. I saw it in the hardening of his cock, as he stroked himself too. But perhaps most clearly, most convincingl...
My client this week, Deke, has a little imagination. That’s not a bad trait for a man who’s made millions. Tonight, he stands to make millions more if he can seal a deal with a client here in Vegas. Depending on how the negotiations went on the golf course, I’m either part of the negotiations or part of the celebration. It’s a little uncomfortable sitting h...
Sometimes, I think pregnancy has made me even more horny than I normally am. The name is Roseanne Tremblay-Armand, and I'm a young French Canadian woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I am happily married to a tall, handsome young Haitian man named Jean-Luc Armand. My husband recently graduated from Carleton University with an Accounting degree, and...
Monday night, in bed Dear V Drove in early this morning from the lake to get to my temporary job, the trial. The stately manner with which it proceeds, punctuated by long pauses, is beginning to get on my nerves. The lawyers and judges are constantly having little private conversations about what is allowable and what isn't for us delicate jurors to hear....
Alone in the dark, curled up on the bottom stair, she waited. She had managed to find a comfortable position on the cool bare wooden step though it had taken a long while and a lot of shifting. Her wrists, bound together with a silken dressing gown belt that was tied firmly to the banister, made it difficult to change position. Her ankles had been left unti...
What a fun dinner it was. You both laughed and teased, talked about life, about game, about everything. You wore a little dress, pretty and a little short, but not shockingly so. The dress has built in support, so your "girls" are comfy in the dress without having to wear a bra. You remember when you picked it out, checking the padding in the cups of the dre...