Words can lift you to the highest of peaks or cut you and leave you bloody on the floor. My crush, the stunningly beautiful Catherine, finally decided it was time to become intimate. All my months of longing, of seeing her date the wrong guy after wrong guy, and listening to her cry after a breakup has finally paid off. Weeks of dating and showing her that I was the right guy for her seem to have flown by. Just seeing her...

A shape lies huddled in bed. In the dark. They know IT will come. IT always comes. Clammy, sinuous tentacles would rend their clothes and pin them to the bed in one motion. They could almost feel its black ichor coating them. Invading them. Corrupting their very soul again and again and again. Heart pounding. Eyes wide. "Please God..." they say with a shuddering moan, "... Please hurry back!"

I arrive home to find my wife soaking in the tub. While I linger in the doorway, she offers a sweet smile. "I'm just freshening up for you." In our bedroom, I draw back the covers. Her lover must have been running late today, for she didn't have time to change the sheets. The sight of another man's cum now greets me. I'm fully hard when she joins me and spreads her legs. Eagerly, I bathe her folds with my tongue. Working...

Fuck. Was that the front door? Fear hits me in the heart as they push me off from on top of them and out of them at the same time, panic in their eyes and a finger to their lips. “I’m home!” The finger moves and jabs towards the wardrobe. I mouth ‘you’re not serious?!’, my hardness betraying my anger and hurt. They’re serious. “Upstairs!” they reply as I slip inside the sliding doors. Nestling between the jumpers, I smell...

Her hand gripped his thick dark shaft. Her tongue licked his flared, mushroom head. His finger danced lightly over her exposed clit. She was close. So was he. “American Airlines; Terminal C, Ma’am” She lifted her head and looked at the driver. “I don’t board for over an hour, please take another lap around the airport.” He nodded and pulled away. His black cock was wet and hard. She was determined to make him cum this tri...

As I part my lips from your soaking wet folds, I study you in an instant. Your open mouth, escaped whimpers evaporating into the air. Your breasts lifting and falling with your heavy breath, nipples taut and proud. The fine down that runs across your soft stomach, every strand capturing the morning light with each twitch of ecstasy. The beautifully thick patch of hair against my face. It’s scent fuelling my lust. The glor...

Our sweat-sheened skin slides and squeaks across the shiny surface of the blow-up bed you laid me upon. You led me by the hand through the crowd of revellers, just as I was guided through the throng of people escaping persecution. I found freedom that day. Now I find it in you. Freedom to be. To love. To lust. To be true to my feelings and, after aching for what feels like eons, to taste liberation like never before. As I...

“Kiss all four and I'm yours,” you whisper, as I touch the small tattoo of a number 1 just behind your ear. Softly, I kiss it. My eyes search for number 2, finding it on your breast. My lips comply, less softly. Indulgently exploring, I finally conquer the number 3, nestled where your thigh meets your groin, and devour my prize. “Keep searching.” You eventually moan. Calves, toes, soles. Fruitless. Hips, ass, spine. “Not...