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 foot able to dust the floor. Two diametrically opposed softlights cast haloed shadows beneath her; one deep red, one soft white, representing the convergence of heaven a...

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 his cock and ride myself to oblivion on his colossal prick, other customers be damned. It's a constant need inside. A throb that I wish would go away. But it consumes every...

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 of numbers. Added a formula. Deleted it. Gulped some water. Distracted. Like any of her regular employees, I'd knocked on her open door earlier and patiently given her tim...

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 face, the silvery, seamed material swished and squeaked in the quiet of the hotel sanctuary. Every taut muscle from calf to glute flexed beneath the sheen when she swooped a...

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 came at their Christmas party. Alcohol flowed. Flirting followed. She signalled me upstairs. Lust responded. The bedroom’s sanctuary muffled chattering guests. She whirled o...

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 ragdolled back onto the motel bed, his blood smearing then pooling on the crumpled sheets we'd recently occupied. Doubt I'll ever forget the surprise. The finality etched...

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 with mine, chest heaving. "Yesss! Cast the devil from my cunt." Selected specifically from the congregation, I offered my neighbour penitence for her adulterous confessio...

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 copper. Tracing lines of light to her breasts, he cupped. Squeezed with each thrust, losing control at her defenceless beauty, pulsing inside her velvet furrow. Her heart...

Whoever coined the phrase Sweet Sixteen should have nabbed Sexpot Seventeen too. My senior high school year has so far been dominated by constant wetness. Honestly, horny doesn’t even come close. I've fucked my way through the team captains. The hot boys. The bad boys. Even a few of the girls in the chess club who were open to some post-game action. A girl's gotta experiment, right? I know, I know: that probably means I'm...

Nobody could have predicted what we unleashed when the portal ripped open. We were mere physicists. Nine to fivers in corporate lab coats. Four mortals driven by the human need to explore. Understand. Know. The trouble with knowing? It's impossible to un-know. Consequences didn't factor into the equations scrawled across the whiteboards hanging behind us at the far end of the tiled tube chamber. We never considered what w...

Another address. Another slice of suburban life beyond the doorbell. Border hedges. F-Type parked in the sweeping driveway to the stone steps on which I'd placed the shopping crate. Shuffling from foot to foot, idly toeing stones from the path back into the gravelled area, I waited for… I checked the hand-held device… Mrs Kendall to answer the door. My last drop of the shift, then home to crack open a well-deserved beer a...

The lingerie magnifies everything. The ache. The need. The power. Suspense skitters beneath my skin as I dance to the pulverizing beat that swamps my bedroom, eyes cast downward, fixed on myself the whole time. Sensational. My reflection smiles with me, muted taps of my toe ring against the glass through sheer hold-ups sweeping toned calves to my slender thighs. The dark bands snapped around them are tantalising, mere whi...

They say experience is all your mistakes remembered. It's little comfort as I become a reservoir for another overworked businessman or unfulfilled husband. A continuum of shameful mistakes I let ravage me. This one enjoys dishing spanks. My ass tingles. Heat swirls, a perverse thrill despite myself, his engorged cock sawing as fingers gravitate to pinch primed nipples. I gasp, the orgasm unexpected yet rapturous; a floodi...

The laptop screen flickered and she appeared dead centre, settling back in her office chair. "Hi." I adjusted the screen angle a little and leaned back in mine. "Tabby." Tucking a tawny strand behind her ear, she flashed an impish grin that would lure a monk from celibacy. "I'm, uhh," she mimed air quotes, "working late again." "What a coincidence. Me too." She glanced away to where I knew her office door was set between...

Nobody had heard from him for five years. Never far from the front pages, his self-inflicted exile fuelled intense media speculation. Ultimately, even that faded, his shrinking column inches relegated to Daily Mail clickbait articles or opinion pieces reminiscing his charitable work and many books. It seemed the world had forever lost the generosity and spark of one of the most eminent billionaires. Until today. I was mee...