I'd always said I would never go to Las Vegas. It never held any appeal for me previously and it seemed like a good way to waste a lot of my hard-earned money fast. So, of course, fate put me on a crash course with that very same city. I won a trip to Las Vegas at the company I work at. Now this trip did not just come with a few days off and a little spend...
I folded the newspaper and laid it on the table, all bad news I thought as I drained the last half-inch of coffee from my mug. Gail was at the sink washing the breakfast dishes. I never tired of looking at my wife; it was always a good sight, particularly the way she was dressed now, in shorts and a t-shirt. I gazed at her shapely legs and lovely ass and fel...
Pat placed with shaking hands the desserts in front of the seated men. Her nipples were still on fire and her knees weak, her eyes blurry with tears. Her breath was caught in her throat as waves of pain and pleasure were ricocheting across her body. A long drop of clear grool was dripping from her pussy, tracing a long cool line down her inner thigh. The m...
His Temptation – The house was dark, the main room only lit by the flickering of the many candles she so loved. The TV was off, the forlorn Playstation 3 resting beside it, unused and unloved for the evening's entertainment. In the distant kitchen the remains of the evening meal, lovingly prepared by the both of them had been washed and cleaned away, as wa...
Kim entered the elevator and headed up to the room her master waited for her in. She was nervous as she had not been allowed to see him for ages as punishment for being held over at work to finish a due project. He was displeased with her inability to get out of it. She approached the door. It was ajar as he said it would be. Kim's breath caught in her thr...
There is no way it was rape. I knew exactly what I was doing. I wanted it to happen. To my knowledge, I had done nothing to make these guys think I was a slut. My friend Sarah and I had had a few drinks with them, yes, but I never so much as uttered a dirty word. I wore jeans and open-toe shoes. Under my blouse, my bra contained my breasts. I had barely dab...
They were both divorced, in their mid-fifties. He was a tad older than she was. They met online through one of those alternative personal sites. Innocuous enough, just a quick online flirtation to get her through, she thought. She had no idea then that a couple of years later, he would rule every erotic impulse in her body. He would be part of nearly her eve...
In a recent email exchange with my lover, I remembered a fantasy I had about my high school boyfriend's dad, Mike. I started to write it all out in our emails, and before long I was masturbating to it, confessing all kinds of dirty things. Although the story below is fictional, the fantasy was very real to me when I was 18 years old. There were so many momen...
I waited several minutes, and was relieved to hear the truck door open and see Logger climb in. He had a towel in his hand and gave me a giant shit-eating grin when he saw my disheveled state. "And now you really look like a good whore!" he said without a hint of derision or judgement. "Did you enjoy yourself?" "I really did." I admitted again truthfully....
Smack my bitch up... That was the song Bipasha was singing as she drove on the highway, all the while thinking of her lover John Abraham and how he smacked up her bottoms as he slammed his meat in her ass. But, this was a bad day. John was out of town and she was fucking horny. She had called up all her friends and none was available to take her. She was goi...