Sitting quietly on my Master's four-post bed awaiting his return, I start to fidget. Running my hands through my short cut raven black hair, along my full chest making my nipples hard, and down to my cunt finding my already throbbing clit. Rubbing slowly my painted blood red nail seems to go white. Careful not to get to excited, I lick off the juices and run...
Miranda was showering. Anxious for the mail to arrive, she was listening for the doorbell just in case. She would have to sign for her order, and she didn't want to miss it again. She was just rinsing our her shampoo from her long brown hair when she heard the doorbell rang. Certain it was the mail, she quickly rinsed her hair out turned the water off. She...
Rouran was amused by the name of the brothel. "The Sorcerer's Staff." Such things were impolite, of course. In her village, there'd been no such thing as a brothel, let alone prostitutes to fill one. Or, at least, she thought that there had not been. It had caused a minor scandal in the village when one of the girls at the only inn in town had been found in...
I'm a bookworm, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I love to spend hours in the bookstore, browsing the aisles for quality fiction, noir novels, history books, you name it. When most girls my age are hitting the bar, I'm in the local bookstore. It's not that I can't get dates. I receive enough attention from the opposite sex. I am a petite Asian female with a...
He only comes to see me once a month and waits sometimes more then an hour to be my last customer of the night. There are 26 booths in the establishment, one for each letter of the alphabet, and I work behind the door marked "M". It is usually the third Friday of the month that I see my mystery man. We have never spoken, not with words at least. I speak to...
Nina was still wet from the shower as she stretched out on her bed and gave herself a mental pat on the back for the week. Her hand slid between her legs and began to explore her clit as she reviewed her week. She had kept it pretty well under control. She had only blown her co-worker twice this week—once Tuesday morning and again Thursday after work. Well,...
I must apologize for it taking me so long to finish this story. However, I had arm surgery and had a difficult time typing for any prolonged amounts of time. Again, be advised that this is an interracial cuckold story, and if that is not your bag, maybe you should just skip it. However, if you like these type stories, I hope you enjoy it. Remember to vote,...
Foreword This is a story of a wife who cheats on her husband and the consequences for the broken family as they seek to extract their lives from the wreckage. I plan to publish about weekly, or when I can, in four parts, with Part 3 fitting in the Romance section. Sex occurs, but relationships, why they work and fail, provide the focus. And don't expect me...
You check you watch, it’s 9:30 A.M. It’s time. “Shit,” you whisper to yourself, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” You peek out the window just as a two door Mustang pulls up at the curbside. You watch as I climb out of the car and walk up your driveway. I am wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. I look the same as in the pictures I’ve sent you. You find your br...
Married ten years ago when we were both 55 years me and my husband John still loved each other and life was cruising. The sex wasn't as good. John and I were born and raised in the Queensland's middle class families I had the misfortune of him being brought up by strict catholic parents. His idea of great sex was instant ejaculation. However, our business su...