It had been twelve hours since she fucked me and I was still feeling the effects. Flashes of her heavenly body riding my lap on the sofa stung my mind at breakfast, amid household minutiae with my wife. I barely listened, head brimming with visions of flung back hair and gasps as I pawed the incredible breasts of a woman I didn't know at her breathless insistence. The recollection had me hardening beneath the forgotten bo...

This audio is intended to be listened to - and its instructions followed - with earbuds in a public restroom.  As with previous Bedtime Stories you will occasionally need to make verbal responses to my instructions. However, if even whispering aloud is too risky where you are, you may respond under your breath or even just in your imagination.   Or if you’re too shy to follow these instructions in public you may listen an...

Bouncing in your chair, you're anxious. I can tell that’s a song you know so well, and the floor is filling up. Spanning, you swell with excitement, but you get no offers.   The song fades to music, way too slow, and with a pout you slump down. So so late dance offers come. You let them go. They don’t see you like I do.   I see the heat of your heart’s desire for air. Your need to burn like a fire enraged, an inferno. You...

Gripping the base of his arousal, just how I know he likesI love to hear his excitement, lift his pleasure to new heightsGently stroking up and down, I lean forward and lick the tipHis hands reach down and grip my hair, he pushes past my lips. Deep breath in as he holds me down, I try to relax my throatKnowing deep down its futile, he loves to see me chokeHe holds me there, I cannot breathe, tears form in my eyesRewarding...

Desperate and yearning, my toes are now curling.Fingers strumming my clit.Desperately seeking, my aching cunt weeping.Tongue sweeping up my slit. Desperate and needing, my voice is now pleading.Fingers thrust roughly inside.Desperately begging, fists gripping the bedding.Pinned down by my thighs. Desperate and seeking, the point I'm near reaching.Arms bound above my head.Desperately fighting, the ropes that are biting.Dev...

My arms lock round your trembling thighs,My hands bolted round your squirming wrists,My lips brush your slit to the chorus of your sighs,Awaiting my hunger your quivering turns and twists,I drag my tongue the length of your melting core,You push your center to my teasing lips,Your unrealized desire, a lust that turns sore,My teeth hold you in place with its firm but gentle grip,Devouring you suddenly with fury as you begi...

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Imagine yourself waking up right next to me. Spooning you, my arm around your waist, my dick pushing against your ass... Just laying there in my embrace, feeling the warmth. I tilt your head over and kiss you. Long. Deep. My mouth wanders down to your neck. My hand roams across your waist, over your ass and finally starts rubbing your legs. I do this for a while and you savor the moment... My dick is growing harder agains...

You lie on your bed. Your phone warms your chest. Your cock fills your hand. The rest, I forge in prurient fire. You listen through the room's solitary restlessness. On your back. Undressed. Aroused. Some are words. Some are not. Both are whispered, out of real time, yet immediate as the throb agitating your grasp. In breathless flow from your high-tech heart of glass, they echo the frequency spun from your corrupt corner...

Sometimes Anita’s job made her absolutely crazy. It was mostly the boss’s fault.  The boss was the kind of person who had to micromanage everything and everyone, who couldn’t trust anyone to get a single detail correct and so was constantly looking over the shoulders of every employee, sometimes literally breathing down their necks. But there was little that Anita could do about it.  This was because she was, in fact, the...