After a salacious discussion about the fine art of titty-fucking, I decided it had been far too long since I’d offered that delightful menu option to my husband. However, once the foreplay started, my ability to form coherent words flew out the window as my body trembled in the wake of countless orgasms. All the shaving, spanking, licking, sucking, fingering, and fucking had left me lying there in utter, sated bliss, enjo...

I was outside painting, when Paula, my neighbour, appeared at the fence. "You got a minute?" She asked. I, of course, had more than a minute for her, as she took the short walk to my back garden. She was dressed for work and looked sad. I put my hand on her arm and asked her if she was ok, she looked at me, a little tearful. "My husband came out to me last night, he's gay," she whispered. "The day after we ruined his orga...

A nineteen year old girl walks along a lake watching the sky light up in a purple and green hue. This is the fourth time this summer she’d seen figures in the stars. Her face shines from a light pointed directly at her from above. “Ellieeee” a voice whispers. “We’ll be there soon”. Ellie Rose sighed as she slipped her silk “Do not disturb” eye mask over her face and breathed in the stale air of the plane. 35,000 feet in t...

They returned three days after their daughter had her oral desires filled, and I'd not seen her since. I'd spotted his car, but not seen either of them. I did wonder whether he'd told her he'd sucked me off in the garage. I was also a little curious about whether their daughter had told her mum anything too. I doubted she'd tell her dad. It's not a father/daughter conversation, not in my head at least. That being said, no...

My phone buzzed…... "I'm beginning to regret having my tits done." "Why Kelly? They're magnificent." "No guy ever looks beyond them, looks at me. I'm just tits on a very short, fat stick." "I looked beyond them Kelly, yes I enjoyed them, but I went beyond* "I know, I know, I enjoyed it too, no one else cares though😔" "You kept up your anal training?" "No, no one cares about my ass, or my panties, or my pussy, or me, just...

I liked my neighbours. He was a friendly guy, always willing to help, and never any hassle. She was his long-suffering wife, ample chest and a joy to see about, especially in the summertime when her cleavage was often on display. I'd fantasized about those tits enough and often admired her bras on the line drying. He was a useful guy to know too, a good handyman, something I'm most definitely not. He often gave me help wi...

Chapter Eight. 'A Study in Scarlett.' It was only natural that after six months of trying to adjust to the modern world of 2023, Scarlett Holmes was feeling decidedly melancholy. Her comfortable life and career as the country's best-known and most successful consulting private detective had gone, gone, in the swirling mists of the Reichenbach Falls of 1891, as she plummeted to her presumed death, only to mysteriously emer...

This happened during my college days, a few years ago. One night after my summer classes, I went to study at the campus library, hoping I'd catch up on some readings I was behind in. I sat down in a study carrel, one of many enclosed desks that ran opposite one another along the perimeter of the vast library floor. On that day, there weren't many people around and it was very quiet. However, I couldn't keep my mind on my...

It didn't take long for the texts to appear. Pleading with me not to show the video and offering me my money back. I didn't want my money back, I wanted my money's worth. The texts became ever more desperate, telling me how she could lose her job if that footage was leaked. The stuff she had on me would just be an acute embarrassment, bad, but not life-changing. The video I had, showing her seemingly about to suck a cock,...

Harriet's heels clicked against the polished floor as she walked between the rows of bookshelves, her hips swaying naturally with each stride. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating her silky raven hair and the graceful lines of her body beneath her fitted blouse and midi skirt. The supple curve of her waist flared into round, lush hips, her skirt hugging every delectable inch. Oblivious to the appreciative g...

(Emma) Life was awful until I met Henry. I was failing most of my classes. My mom kept telling me I had to try harder in school, but I was no good at it. She said I needed to find a job and a place to live by graduation. We were poor and she couldn’t support me anymore. I got fired from five part-time jobs by the time I was 18. I dated six different girls and eight or nine guys, but none of them wanted to marry me, or eve...

Many women wear those super-tight yoga pants riding up the crotch. I call them painted-on pants. I also want to mention those low-rise, revealing shirts that show off most of the jug skin above the nipples, too. Those other young women without bras, with their glorious nipples poking out through their shirts (a new fad I happen to love). Of course, many of the same girls also hang their asses out of their shorts. Great! I...

“Hey you agreed to the bet,” Mike reminded his wife. “Now you have to live with it.” Ever since he had won the bet with Ashley he had been waiting for the perfect time to remind her of their deal. “Babe, I told you I’m at the store!” she answered him. “I don’t think that the deal included any exceptions,” he told her. “I’m not going to be able to shop here anymore if anyone sees,” she told him emphatically. Mike almost la...