Eline sits alone in the quiet of a farm cottage surrounded by fields. The lights are dimmed low while music seduces her as she listens to the rise and fall of the piano. Lying back on the sofa, she rests in a nightdress. The lace frames the swell of her breasts while the silk skims her curves. She sips at the wine in her hand, enjoying the taste of the fruit on her tongue. She rolls the liquid around her mouth. She savour...

Hel squeezes my hand as we walk along the embankment; we have spent the morning meandering through London before returning to our apartment with my bags in hand. My indulgence has always been lingerie; I love how sexy it can make you feel when you show it off to your partner in preparation for a hot session in the bedroom. Today’s buys include a black lace lingerie set, back seam hold ups, and a new pair of killer black h...

After my orgasm, I pant with my husband’s cum on my face and Scott’s spunk trickling out of my ass. I can still taste the tang of Chris’ cum while Luc presses his cock against my pucker. I am tired from their handling but can only groan in pleasure as Luc drives his cock into me. I cry out and he pulls me up by the collar, holding me tight against his body as he thrusts into my slick ass. The lubrication of Scott’s spunk...

I pace the house, Jack is going to be here anytime now and I am nervous. Checking my phone, I find no texts nor calls and begin to fret even more, then the doorbell rings and I freeze. Composing myself, I smooth down my dress and run fingers through my hair, going to answer the door. I peep through the spy hole first and feel a rush of dizzy happiness on seeing his handsome face. Opening the door, I will words to come to...

Ethan walks over to me and I roll my hips again while looking ahead to the pillows. I notice a stray hair of mine on the pillow and smile. That must be from our rougher antics the other night, which I would quite like a repeat of that later on. A slap on my buttock jolts me back to the present as my cheek stings from his strike. My pussy instantly clenches and I give a light moan as Ethan clasps my hips in his large, stro...

It was a typical Sunday afternoon when Ella came to hover on her neighbours’ doorstep. She wanted to ask a favour of Darren but could not yet bring herself to knock on the door. Darren was her friendly neighbour in his mid-twenties, at six foot two, he was a dark haired and attractive man. Ella hoped to ask if he could take some photos for her yearbook as he worked in photography and she figured he would be. This question...

Amongst all of the doctors at Chestnut Grove Medical Practice, Dr Erickson was the individual whom most of the patients most hoped to see. As a GP he was excellent, friendly, informative and patient with all of the patients alike, however, he was also six foot two, broad shouldered and toned with a perfectly formed behind and well cut, suggestive trousers. The nurses were fond of him for his kind disposition while discree...

This is the sequel chapter to Reunited, in order to gain context, please read the first chapter for more pleasure... Meg. His cock is throbbing in my mouth as I hold his hips closer, looking up, I can only see a gorgeous young man in front of me. He is someone I had never laid eyes on before now but is biologically my son. I break my mouth away from his manhood, gasping as I stare at the muscle in front of me, coated in m...

Ethan kisses my cheek as he stands beside me at the bar. I smile up and kiss him in return. "Ready to go home Missy?" "Is that a suggestion or a command?" I answer with a mischievious gleam in my eye. Ethan squeezes my thigh and winks, "It was a question." He leans in and tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear, whispering, "Now what is the answer little madam?" "Let's go home." Sipping the last of my bellini, Ethan help...

Brad is waiting at the bar; multiple sets of eyes turn to me as I enter the room and cross the lush carpet in my wedge heels. At five foot three, the heels boost me up by five inches so that my smooth, slender legs draw attention with my dress down to mid thigh. I ease myself up onto a stool, my shapely caramel thighs revealed as the green silk dress pools in my lap. I look up to the barman through khol lined chocolate ey...

I'm visiting my hometown for a week and am eager to meet a girl I have befriended, friendly chats turned to flirting and flushed fannies, now we are minutes from meeting... I'm wearing a red midlength dress which shows a hint of cleavage while skimming my curves. On hearing footsteps, I turn to see Sophie walking over in a skirt, cute floral top and pumps. She is fractionally taller than me at 5'3" with shoulder length br...

Monica sat at the vanity of her hotel room sipping a glass of wine to steady her nerves, she had never called on a male escort before but since her husband's death had been unable to broach intimacy. Now though, her desire for sexual relief had pushed her to call upon the company of an escort. At fifty, she was a young widow, she had never had children hence she had retained her elegant figure. She stood at five foot four...

I lick my lips clear of Luc's cum but leave the other smears of his seed on my cheeks and chest. Will rubs some of the cream into me with a wicked smirk as I warm at his hands while the others continue to stroke their swollen manhoods. Luc tucks himself beneath my bum as he has me sit on his lap to deal the final round of cards after my husband lets me go. Each of the men have four scores from their dice and now roll agai...

Meg. The doorbell rings once, it's eleven am on a Tuesday- I'm not expecting anyone nor do people often call completely randomly. I wonder for a moment, then go to the window and glance down onto the street. A man is stood on my steps, dark tousled hair and a tanned forehead is all I can gauge from him. Then he looks up and my heart stops beating. It's Connor. I rush downstairs in my robe, I can't believe he has found me....

My husband is away for a week on business and has left me at home without anything important to do besides the usual grind. Opening my laptop lid, I wonder what you are doing this weekend. Young, handsome, highly driven nineteen year old that you are. You live three hours away from me and already have a penchant for married women. I am thirty-five, a trophy housewife who would embarass my husband if ever I actually worked...