On a sales trip to Buffalo, a couple of handsome strangers catch my eye. This is an opportunity I can't pass up to fulfill my husband's fantasy of having me flirt and tease some strange men, then return to tell him all the details as he listens from between my thighs.
You see me, pressed into the wall, and dust off my cobwebs. I am starving and you feed me. You moisten my dry lips, and soothe my parched tongue. Touches awaken sleeping nipples, fanning the hidden flames within. Your body fills my empty spaces, squeezing out loneliness. Your searing cock melts the ice between my legs. I find my voice, screaming with my longing fulfilled. I hit Publish and close my laptop. Reality...
They were in his car, heading for a remote cabin in the Catskill Mountains.Michael was kidnapping Karen.Although he didn’t know it.And Karen certainly wasn’t about to tell him.Because he wasn’t, really.And besides, it was her idea. ---------- It all started with a silly attempt at humor on Michael’s part: One Friday on a summer evening Karen drove to Michael’s apartment building after work, as she often did. As she crosse...
This is bad, Chelsea thought. This is really bad. David hated it when she was late. And she was very late. And her cell-phone battery had died. And it had taken forever to find a taxi because it was pouring rain.And it was their anniversary.They had met exactly one year ago. June. Chelsea's mouth quirked into something between a smile and a grimace as she remembered how it had happened.It was because she'd been late. Davi...
Making love and fucking may reference the same thing, but they have two very different meanings, to me anyways. And I want both. I need both. I need you to understand. Say the words out loud. The way the words flow from our mouths reveal much. Making love. Say it. Do you hear it? The words sing like a soft, sensual melody, with your tongue luxuriously rolling to the top of your mouth on the last word. My eyes slowly close...
There’s something I need to tell you tonight. Something that’s been on my mind. I need to describe for you in detail how I plan to please you with my lips, my tongue, my fingers. How you need to be pleased. Deserve to be pleased. But before I do, I need you to know that I find your pussy to be sublimely, breathtakingly beautiful. I love absolutely everything about it – the shape, the color, the smell, the taste - and am d...
I am not going to cum. What am I doing with this man? These thoughts and more race through my head as my current victim tries to fuck my dead pussy. I desperately look into his eyes, begging them to be blue or green, anything but brown. But, they are still brown. He twists my nipples, rubs my clit raw, and thrusts his better-than-average cock inside my desert-dry pussy and I feel nothing. I may as well put him out of his...
“It’s not fucking fair,” is it? In every major - and even not so major - city, men can go to any number of massage parlors and get their cocks worked along with their backs and legs and arms. Why is it that women can’t get the same thing? The experience of an amazing, full body massage that then turns erotic and ends with an explosive, earth-shaking orgasm? It’s definitely unfair. It’s why you need me, actually. It’s why...
At first, I didn't like it. Your face is so handsome; I wanted to see every inch of your skin. Why cover up perfection? Then, I started to wonder. What would it feel like against my cheeks, lips ... and between my legs? You left for your business trip with a face smooth as silk. You shaved every morning. I used to stroke your face with my fingers after we made love, while I was nestled against your chest. I would trace th...
It’s early Sunday morning. Dark and cold outside. But we're warm as we lay naked together in bed, under the thick comforter, spooning in the same position in which we fell asleep the night before. My body molded tightly to yours. You are still asleep as I start to place gentle kisses on the back of your neck. You feel my warm breath in your ear. I lift my hand and lightly drag my fingertips down the side of your cheek to...
Adult spanking is a curious thing. I mean, most of us did not like being spanked as children. We dreaded spankings, didn't we? So, why do so many of us long to be spanked as adults. I think for some of us, it is for sexual pleasure. For others, it is to meet an emotional need. Maybe we feel we deserve it before we enjoy fucking. Some parts of society make women feel we are bad if we enjoy being fucked. So, maybe we feel b...
So I’m fixated now on this one image. This one specific sensation. Of all the ways I want to touch you. All the ways I want to be on you, in you with my fingers, lips and tongue - all I can see, all I can feel, in my mind right now is the delicious sensation of my hard cock sliding slowly in and out of your tight, wet pussy. The warm, slick grip of your lips. The glistening shine of your juices on my shaft as I slowly wit...
We were on day three of our road trip, making the long drive from New York to Austin for SXSW. We were both excited for the event, but to be honest, the drive was starting to get a little boring. Endless highway stretching on and on in front of us. We’d already previewed the tracks of all the bands we planned to see when we got there. We’d made a list of all the BBQ places we planned to hit as well. What’s worse is that w...
I enjoy making audio for a variety of interests. Enjoy, darling... About Being My Sissy - Just me talking to you about being my pretty sissy lover.
Having you meet with me and service me in the park? Sure, why not. This is a nice bit about you being a slut. Since you are.
