"Wanna watch me squirt off?” Amanda inquired. My previous toying with her pussy through her white cotton thong had not progressed far. She brushed me aside and decided to take matters into her own hands. Why wouldn't she? She's better at it. She’s in constant practice when home alone, judging by the state of the bed and strewn underwear. Her flushed face when I came back early from work told the story. I loved the idea of...

The king arrived back in the early evening on the third day.  He summoned his counsel and had them meet with him. “Where is the queen?”  he questioned them as he sat. “Sire, she is handling a situation at the moment and said that she will reunite with you at the dinner table.”  said one of the elders. Unable to fully concentrate on the updates from the counsel, the king dismissed everyone with the excuse of being weary an...

Strong fingers lace with mine as we amble beneath the oak canopy along the woodland track. The breeze carrying vestiges of the lazy summer – our summer – ruffles the tiny fair hairs on the back of my hand. Hairs that he's brushed so often, my sharpened senses respond automatically, pulse quickening. The serenity is absurd compared with the firestorm of passion that has raged unchecked throughout his secondment. It can't e...

I shifted slightly, and the man sitting opposite me looked on hungrily as my legs were momentarily exposed. Looking quickly away, I wrapped my sensible camel coat around me as the bus lumbered on.  What the hell was I doing?  - - - - - -  Two weeks earlier, having spent yet another dull meeting in an unsatisfying daydream, I opened up a private browser and logged onto a website for the first time. A website very different...

“What are you doing?” he asked, angry and surprised at the girl in front of his car. Roger was sitting in his car ready to drive off when Carla ran up to the passenger side, opened the door, and let herself in. “Aren’t you taking me home?” she asked innocently. “No, and fuck you, get out,” he said quickly, turning away from her, hands clenched on the steering wheel. “You just left so quickly,” she shrugged, still looking...

Dale and Mary, both grannies and with Dale turning sixty-seven-years-old today, they were both being walked along the road with their upper arms clasped tightly by two eighteen-year-old girls who lived in their apartment block. Neither granny was wearing knickers as they had been told to remove them and knew if they tripped at all then the very short hems of their sleeveless dresses would rise up and their bare bottoms an...

So, when you post to fellow horny friends and followers about ordering a new razor strap for a good spanking, he sees it and the seed is planted...Off we went up to shower (having spent the day in our PJs being lazy) do some quick fingering and a blowie in the bathroom, and next thing, he had me on all fours on the bed, blindfolded and my ass was taking a hard hand spanking, walloping down thick and fast, one cheek to the...

Her body tensed as each strike of the belt landed, the warm sear of pain working its way out from each impact spot. She squealed lightly each time the leather made contact with her body, but it wasn't in pain alone. She was only just eighteen and very inexperienced, but had loved everything she experienced so far. During their short time together, he had shown her that pain and pleasure were intertwined as one. When mixed...

Lauren opened the door to their house and stepped inside. Putting her bag on the floor and keys on the front table she spied a note on the table. Opening it up, she found a message that would change the course of her evening and possibly the rest of her life. The note read: Dear Lauren, I have noticed that you’ve been remiss in your chores around the house. I think we need to discuss this matter, so I want you to come to...

Silence. Nothing is quite as deafening as the sound of silence. He didn't say he was angry, the furrow in his brow made it obvious. Dinner was on the table, and had been sitting there for nearly an hour. And there it continued to sit, untouched. "Sir," I began shakily, "can I get you a glass of wine?" Without looking up from the sheet of paper in his hands, my offer was refused. I knew something was wrong, I knew that som...

It was a dark and stormy night... “You’re shitting us,” Trent hollered above the din of Krazy Vin’s, a local strip club. “Not Allison, she would never… I don’t fucking believe you!” David clamped me on the shoulder, spilling my drink. “Yeah man, I’m with Trent on this one. You’re full of shit. Good story though, man!” The story I had told them was how, on occasion, my super hot girlfriend likes me to dominate her, in some...

Miranda stepped into her son's room. Her eyes roamed the walls, shelves and books, absorbing his essence. She sighed, stood, and started packing up the possessions. Soon his room would be transformed for the next generation, as a nursery for Adam's firstborn, and Miranda's first grandchild. As she cleared his desk she caught her reflection in his mirror. “Not too bad for a grandmother,” she smiled to her reflection. “Stil...