From across my desk, I survey Dave with an arched eyebrow, my pen poised above his manuscript. His earthy, rugged appearance translates well to the back flap of dust jackets and is certainly a large part of his brand appeal. That's not to devalue his top-...
Kneeling at your desk, I slide hands from hips to beasts, firmly messaging the flesh. I suck a nipple, lisp shiny with wetness trailed from you're slippery pussy. A sign escapes when teeth connect and nip. A hiss. The bugle strains my underwear. I’m dying...
The store clerk's warm hands secure blood-red straps around my ankles. The immense heels slope sharply to polished white nails. Seduction always quickens my pulse, knees drifting apart. Wider. Nothing but wet heat beneath the tiny matching dress. His eyes...
Guys like me don’t land girls like Annika by chance. It's not the natural order. Divine intervention? Fate? Karma? Blind luck? Pick your crutch. The fact is, it happened. And it changed my life. I tap out a vertical line of coke, ending an inch above her...
Though her voice creaked like the worn armchair in which she sat, Elsie still had a piercing gaze that conveyed a playful sharpness within. "Sit with me, child." I stopped folding the sheets and perched on the edge of the bed opposite her slightly hunched...
What do you think of, when you lie In bed, alone, unclothed, and sigh As wind and rain lash window panes That cannot quell your heated veins. The rush of blood, those sparks of lust As fingers carve a beat percussed On skin that stretches, gives and takes...
It's difficult to argue with someone when they have your wrists gripped behind your back and nose pressed to their bedroom window. My breath snorts. Fogs a perfect circle that momentarily obscures the idyllic, manicured lawns of suburbia below. Driveways....
Someone once told me, "Never put a woman away wet." Well, I'm all about breaking rules and it was about to reap dividends. She hung naked in a slightly stooped seated posture, trussed and suspended from two ropes in the gallery space, just the toes of one...
I gaze across the restaurant table at him and know I should be a good girl. Should behave. But every fibre of me craves to crawl up, sweep away the candles, wine glasses and luxurious napkins, grab his tie and kiss him. I ache to straddle his lap, free hi...
I stared at my office door, as if it would open via thought alone, revealing Tabby on her knees. A demonstration of her obedience. Her needs. My focus flicked between the door and the spreadsheet she'd asked me to review. I scrolled past endless columns o...
If the fashion industry ever wanted to boost sales of skin-tight leather trousers, they need look no further than Malena. How she even pulled them on made rocket science seem easy. With each squat and then gyration of her shapely hips an inch above my fac...
Never predicted my first kiss, despite craving my biology classmate, Sophie Cockshot. Nose ring. Lips to drown in. Gorgeous. We hung out. Studied at hers. Joked over family dinners. Guess the signs were kinda obvious. My opportunity to nuke FriendZone cam...
Shooting a man ain't like in the movies. Sure, the mechanical part's a cinch: cock, point, bang, done. But they don't show the emotional cost of taking a life. The endless replays. The blast. The recoil jolting me from wrist to shoulder. The way Brennan r...
My plaything howls. A dewy droplet oozes from her bare pussy streaked with belt marks. She snarls, writhing on the bed, straining bonds holding her spread-eagle. I lash her again. "Promiscuous slut!" She arches. Wails. Slumps. Drips. Her fiery gaze locks...
Taboka lost himself in the liquid brown pools of his wife's eyes, inches above his, swiping away her tears. Their bodies bucked as one beneath the thatch, fiery fingers of African sunset piercing gaps in the mud brick walls, painting her perspiring skin c...
