The spark of a lighter wakens me. I allow my eyes to only open slightly, letting out a groan. The memories of last night start to flutter my mind. A warm glow pushes through the closed curtains. The ugly furniture is a reminder of where I am. What the hell did I get myself into now, I can’t help but think. The man I’m sharing the bed with speaks deeply. His voice is thick, like a heavy smoker would sound like. “Last night...

My husband was a very dominant man when we first met. It was a trait I appriciatd in a man and one of the things about him I liked the most. He stayed like that for the two years we dated and through the first year of our marriage. That was until he came to me and told me he was sexually unhappy. I was shocked and confused, trying to think and figure out how he could possibly feel this way. He confessed to me that he was...

I live in the city, it’s busy and nonstop, there is always something to do. However, my folks drag us out to our farm house in the country, every summer. The town has maybe four hundred people. We come a few days before Memorial Day, and leave a few days after Labour Day. This year is no exception. I’ve yet to pack, because I’ve been trying to get out of going for two weeks. I’m sixteen this year, and just want to be with...

It seems that ever since I turned seventeen, I have been getting into more and more trouble with my parents. They keep telling me if I don’t change my ways they’ll ship me off to my uncle’s. They tell me he’ll put me in my proper place. I, of course, don’t want this since he lives in the middle of nowhere.I tend to like to stay out with my friends all night, and even drink a little. I haven’t been arrested, nor have I don...

Waking up to you is the best thing. Your soft, naked skin brushing against mine. The way your eye lashes fan across your face, making you looking innocent. When we both know how untrue that really is. You’re a Devil in an Angel’s disguise. I can’t help but want to see this devil at play. A small smile curls over my lips, leaning in I take one of your pert nipples in my mouth, and begin to suck gently. Your light moans mak...

Bailee kissed Brad for several minutes, so happy that he accepted her even with her jaded past. Alone there in the back of the storeroom, Bailee felt safe with Brad. As they kissed, Brad slowly let his hands roam over the young girl's body and Bailee moaned her permission to him. His hands found her soft breasts and began to squeeze and play with them as Bailee's own hand found its way to his crotch. Feeling his hard cock...

I want to feel your lips against mine. Come kiss me, taste my awaiting lips. Taste my flavour, as I taste yours. Mm, yes, that’s it. Your lips finally move to mine, needing mine as much as I need yours. It isn't long however, before your lips are moving slowly down my lily white skin. You’re exploring me, making me arch and writhe under you until I’m trembling and arching for more. I know you’re savouring every inch of me...

A couple days later, Bailee was packing her things to go live with Aunt Ruth. Because it was the weekend and Bailee’s mom didn't have to work, she decided it would be a good idea to go with her to make sure she got to Aunt Ruth's. Besides, she hadn't seen her sister in a while so it was a good excuse for a visit. It took about four hours to get to Ruth's small town from where they lived, and another hour to get to her hou...

Every day I wake up and do the same thing over and over again. I really hate routine, it drives me nutty. I wasn't always like this. At one point I was carefree and did what I wanted. It wasn't until I got into a relationship and moved in with her, that things seemed to fall into a routine. Her routine. My girlfriend is the controlling type. She is always telling me what to do, where to go, when to be back. It didn't occu...

Bailee and Tom were heavy into making out, when suddenly Bailee got up. "I'll be right back," she said, and headed off to the bathroom. While she was gone, Tom got his cell phone out of his pocket and texted one of his buddies downstairs: "I'm upstairs with this really hot drunk chick. Find another ride home! Score!" Tom had just sent the text out when Bailee came back. They resumed their make-out session, with Tom using...

I knew when I got married to my husband that it wasn't going to be easy. He is a business man, one who has to travel a lot. I understood; I knew that I would be spending a lot of time alone. But, then again, so was he, or so I thought. I met Brian at a bar, where I had seen him many times. When I finally got the courage to talk to him, he told me he was just recently divorced. His wife couldn't take the constant being alo...

Bailee Jean Stephens was a wild child. At seventeen, she was the youngest of three girls, but she wasn't like her oldest sister, a stable and sensible girl. Nor was she like her middle sister, a smart, studious girl. No, Bailee's goal in life was to live in the fast lane and have as much fun as she could possibly squeeze in. As a young girl growing up, Bailee was tomboy-ish and a daredevil - she didn't let much slow her d...

Lying on my bed, with my phone pressed against my ear, I listen to you plea with me. “Baby, please, I need you,” I hear you insist on telling me. I hear the want in your voice, making me tremble with need. My fingers roam over my semi-naked body, caressing myself how I would like you to caress me. All I have on are your favourite pair of pink panties. The ones you love so much on me. They fit my perfect ass, as you always...

The sound of Jazz music floats around the room. Everyone is in almost a trance, just listening to the music, including myself. Or, so I think. Everyone, that is, but my date. His hand is resting on my inner thigh, caressing my bare skin. I can’t deny the feeling is nice, I always enjoy when he touches me. But, here, in public? I can't help but blush. He called me a few hours ago, asking at the last minute, if I had plans...

A bottle of Jack Daniel’s, a deck of cards and two daringly naughty people. What could possibly happen? “Strip poker? Really? That’s what you want to play? I haven’t played in years,” I groan taking a large gulp of Jack Daniel’s straight from the bottle. “Even better reason to play, because I’ll end up winning,” he gives me a wildly cheeky smirk. How can I even resist when he does that? I smile back, and he knows he’s got...