Sex in the kitchen was unsanitary; he fully believed that. Something about the messiness of cum and fluids mixed in where they ate…just sent shivers up his spine. But here he was, peering around the edge of the door, biting his lip as his wife shook her hips to the tune of the radio, warbling like a proud songbird as she stirred a bowl of batter wearing a gingham apron…and…that was it. That was all she had on beyond a pai...

"Do you want some dessert?" Her voice trails over me like silk dragging across my skin, a tease to the senses. She sits before me on the kitchen counter, wearing only my button-up shirt, sleeves too long for her arms. Her hair, long and wild from sleep, stretches behind her, and her eyes, sleepy but aware, watch me with a smile. One leg shifts from where it had been lightly tapping against the door of a cabinet, the naked...

“I just love these cute little pumpkins,” she said, holding one to her bosom, cradling it like a baby as she smiled brightly at her husband. Her teeth glinted in the bright sunlight, lipstick making her lips pop. “But you know what I love even more?” “Hm? What?” he mumbled, distracted by a car honking out in the parking lot. She leaned in, lips ghosting his ear as she stood on tiptoe. “Your cum leaking out of me after a h...

There’s a peeping tom in the library. Everyone knows it. You go to use the single bathroom, and if you don’t lock it, the man’s got his grubby eye against the crack in the door. Lucy knows about this man. It’s what makes what she’s about to do even hotter. See, she’s always had a thing for public sex. She could never find a hardcore partner to participate in it though, too afraid of being arrested or mocked, but just the...