This evening she’s in a little black latex number. That and her red shoes. They’re at a secluded rest area, drinking coffee from a flask at one of those picnic tables with benches as the odd car is heard passing beyond the thick mass of growth separating the rest area from the main road. They’re not alone. A man has just emerged from a lorry. He heads for the little hut, seeking relief, giving her a none too subtle look i...

She grips his shaft with nails a perfect match for her new red shoes. Yesterday they went shopping, spending over an hour in the shoe department of a bustling emporium, she trying on every pair of red shoes in her size, coming away with three pairs. Their bags are by the door. There’s nothing left for them to do except check out, but she wants to give him something a little special before they go. Her leather jacket is op...

Wrapped in lycra, senses muted but not dead. Feeling and being felt. My nipples being teased, pushing against the tight material. Breathing harder. Kneading and touching, feeling their body under my fingers. Hearing quiet, almost distant  sighs of approval. Liquid seeps slowly down my thighs. Sweat mingling with talc used to put on the suit. My mind wanders, is it just us or are there more people. Are they joining or just...

She’s only wearing an apron while making bread. I can see flour puff up from the table. Arms around her, fingers interlocking in the dough. Kneading the dough with one hand, leaving flour on her boobs from kneading them. “Mission accomplished,” she says as I throb against her bum. Turning and lifting, laying her down. I slide in and feel her tight and warm around me, as my balls drag over the dough. As I drive into her, I...

Pinning me to the tree, pulling my knickers to the side and driving his fingers into me. While he does I grip the bark, my nails clawing at it, feeling the ridges and furrows as he plays with mine. He spins me around and drives into me from behind, still holding onto the tree. When he pushes me forward, the bark brushes over my skin, the roughness a counterpoint to his smooth shaft. When we cum, my nails pull away a patch...

Go on they said, it′ll be fun they said. She’s sitting astride me, watching; but I’m transfixed by the candle she’s holding. Leaning forward she swirls the candle. Feeling my heart beat faster, but also swelling between her legs. Then is drops! A single red blob, falling. Mouth going dry, I want to move, but can′t. Waiting for the pain, searing into my flesh, burning through me. But… It′s hot, so hot! My anticipation is t...

She hurries toward him, away from the lavatory, in her yellow, short-sleeved dress. It comes down to half thigh, and is tight enough to embolden her conspicuous curves. It must be abundantly clear to any of the other people at the rest stop that she’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples are like peanuts and the sun’s rays penetrate the thin material with ease. In spite of all this, his eyes are directed at her red shoes. He do...

Knot after knot the Shibari Master tightens the rope around me. My arms pinned together behind my back, pushing my boobs forward and framing them with more rope. Legs come next, how I wish it was me. Tight around my thighs and shins forcing me to kneel. Finally she reaches between my legs, placing a large knot at the entrance to my vagina another on my clit. She pulls them tight, making me squirm and gasp. Feeling the rop...

Rare and beautiful beasts. Spoken of in hushed whispers and secret messages. Never saying how they’re found, lest someone capture the heart of the one you’ve seen. She knows she’s beautiful as she walks up and kisses me, reaching out and stroking my husband’s cheek at the same time. He lets me lead, after weeks of talk, it’s time for action. In the lift he tastes her for the first time, before we kiss again. He kisses me...

Bloody meetings! I rush back to my room; she will be calling soon. Time apart is hard, but listening as she tells me where her hands are, what they are touching, what she’s thinking and feeling. Directing her, sometimes stopping her or pushing her faster. I love hearing her voice, little grunts and groans, not holding back on mine so she can hear me. Rising together, thousands of miles not far enough to stop us. Her panti...

Same train, same time, same people, same seats. The same motion, rocking me back and forth, so soothing, relaxing me, kicking my shoes off, feeling the power throbbing through the floor. With my book on my lap and my skirt tucked between my thighs. Rubbing with the movement, through my clothes. Enjoying the feeling, just time for a small one. Counting the stops, the last one I have enough time. Urgent now, lost in my worl...