I walked in as she was leaving for work. “Greg...” I put my hands around her waist and kissed her. “You’re gonna be late,” I said and pushed her back against the wall, kissing her again. “But Greg…” she protested as I kissed her ears and nibbled her earlobes, attacking her neck and throat with warm, wet kisses. “Ooo,” My hands went under her shirt and bra, she lowered her jeans, "Mmm." I spun her around, taking her urgent...

Hello. Catherine here. Here's a little story about a church lady and her big, black Priest. Gregory and I met Father Carlucci when he succeeded his predecessor, Father McMurphy, at St. Mary’s Catholic church. This story is about my first confession with Father Carlucci. Father McMurphy was elevated to Bishop McMurphy and received a new post in Rome, Italy. The congregation was overjoyed to hear the news but sad to see him...

It was Valentine’s Day, and I couldn’t wait for Gregory to get home. His homecoming was the highlight of every day, but Valentine’s Day was special. Tonight, I planned a special dinner and a sexy surprise for my man. It was the biggest surprise I ever gave him, and I wasn't sure if he would like it. This morning’s torrid wake-up call left me craving more. I wore a short red sundress and red lace panties to turn him on whe...