She had an affinity for sweatshirts, though they could never conceal her attractive figure. Her black hair was usually up in a high ponytail, and you loved the wayward curl by her ear that would always escape. Her lightly freckled skin made your mouth water. You would exchange words when she did her laundry, cooked dinner, anything, any excuse to lean against the counter and appear aloof while basking in your fix of her....
Hi, y’all! I’m Rosie. Welcome to my beauty bath, pussy pond, titties tub, or whatever you want to call it. I would invite you in, but this is “me time.” Now, excuse me for a minute while I prepare. Rubber Duckie, you're the one. I like to sing a little while getting ready for my bath - puts me in a relaxed state of mind. You make bath time lots of fun. I turn on the faucet so the tub can be filling while I gather my goodi...
I hold the phone in front of my face, watching you. I’m talking you up the way I always do. It doesn’t take long. It never takes long. Maybe it’s the words I use, the things I describe that I would do to you if only I was there. Maybe it’s the deep, rich tone of my voice and the urgency you hear in it. Maybe it is simply your own, overcharged libido, your unquenchable need to cum and I’m just the catalyst. Whatever it is,...
She entered the room Full of poise and charm Elegant and yet thoughtful No wasted words Came from her lips Yet she was the focus of each One day I spoke And with a humble smile I bowed my head It took time for us to dance, For in the dance, we move as one. Permission sought, Permission granted. I felt her smile, Despite her doubts, And then we kissed Her warmth Resplendent, Her need displayed Her body, Capti...
Stealthily Like a cat, She moved towards me slinking forwards One pace at a time. Silently She walked around me, Little by little Unraveling my Twisted need. Speedily Her smile Disarming me, Swaying to music She placed Next to my heart. Reaching out She caressed me, Wrapped herself Around me, Stirred me, Deeply. As the music Flowed We danced, My breath catching, Hoping I’m Not dreaming, My twisted soul Responding...
This is another interactive audio in the 'Bedtime Story' series, which allows the listener to follow instructions from an imaginary Sir and verbally respond to his questions and commands. Here is the scenario: Sir has ordered you to stand before him and strip naked. And now he has tied you to the bed, spreadeagled and blindfolded, for his enjoyment. PREPARATION: Tie appropriate lengths of rope to the feet of your bed, o...
Wife does first webcam show for her hubby and strangers while he's away at work and realizes she loves it.
Sexual tension between trainer and young woman escalates until they can no longer hold back and have hot and hard sex.
(LISTEN TO THE AUDIO STORY FIRST) My name is Chris Logan, I'm 28, single, employed as an IT professional, and this is my story of how I went from a sex-starved computer nerd to having my very own sexy MILF to please my every whim. I'm the epitome of the stereotypical nerdy computer guy. Not very athletic, a little stocky and average-looking, with no fashion sense. And of course, cursed with the age-old nerd conflict, alw...
My Painter returns the next day, after I had relentlessly teased him, and then promised today was his day to enjoy me. The reality of how the day unfolds far exceeds what I had anticipated, with some unexpected moments and submissive acts that awaken a desire to please any way I'm instructed.
Stepmom and son affair.
Conservative religous girls loses herself w/ friend.
Will you work for it? I won’t give it freely, you know. You have to earn it. It takes commitment. Will you take the time to analyze my needs, learn my desires, understand my limits? Can you demand what I freely submit? You have to see my strength. Submission is not a sign of weakness. To freely give power and trust to another takes the greatest of courage. I am a rope bunny. Will you tie me up, binding my heart...
Feeling the desire to bring some sexual excitement back into my life, I hire a man to paint my living room. Every chance I get, I try to find a way to flirt, tease, or expose myself to him while he works. After building myself up to a sexual frenzy, I find a way to show him my intentions by making my husband an unknowing accomplice after he gets home from work.
Being good, being perfect, being everything everyone expects me to be is exhausting. Bibles strike my skull, warning desires to stay hidden. Verses cram down my throat, choking the life out of me. Battles rage between my head and my heart, resulting in denial of pleasures. Goodness commands, perfection demands, longings are cast aside. For one night, I want to give in, enjoying primal ecstasy without shame or res...
