She looked nervously out the window and off into the distance as the furnace of desire within her grew by the moment. Time was running out as the car sped towards the airport. She yearned for his touch, just one more time. He glanced over momentarily and their eyes met. She saw it again, just as she’d seen in glimpses earlier, that glint, that something that just made her want to submit. His presence and his vibe very muc...

I gaze across the restaurant table at him and know I should be a good girl. Should behave. But every fibre of me craves to crawl up, sweep away the candles, wine glasses and luxurious napkins, grab his tie and kiss him. I ache to straddle his lap, free his cock and ride myself to oblivion on his colossal prick, other customers be damned. It's a constant need inside. A throb that I wish would go away. But it consumes every...

To all appearances, she was the "good girl," the purest of the pure. Charmaine was the one who didn't drink or smoke or do any drugs. Her idea of a wild night was overdosing on orange soda. She was teasingly called the only girl who could get drunk on orange soda. If I had been asked which of my female friends was certain not to have sex before marriage, it would be Charmaine. She wasn't "that kind of girl." Everyone saw...

As I got to my knees, I looked you in the eyes. Good girl. You began to unzip your jeans; only a small space remained between your throbbing cock inside your tight briefs and my face. My mouth began to water as I removed your briefs, and your cock slapped back onto your waist. Hard as fuck. As I began to touch you, you let out a soft groan, and I felt my clit tingle with excitement. Your cock felt soft in my hands as I be...

The king-size bed has a headboard with tall spires on either side and the footboard has shorter finials on either end.  Out of the bag, I pull out different lengths of rope.  I had pre-measured and precut the rope before I brought it back to the room.  I tie one end on a spire at the headboard and toss the working end onto her in such a way that it trails from her shoulder down between her legs and ends at her feet.  The...

Looking at the clock on the nightstand, I see that I have about thirty minutes until the rehearsal. “I have to get to the rehearsal but I would much rather hold you!”  I whisper as I wrap my arms around her and hug her into me even tighter. “Do you mind if I shower off before I head back?”  she says as she stands up. I look at her standing there.  My body is wanting to grab her and finish what was started, but my mind has...

Always the good girl - polished, polite, prudish, even.  You found me and smudged my pristine world. How did you see what I didn't?  As you held me down and spanked me, my cries turned into begs. I soaked your lap. You didn't gently slip into my softness; you burrowed your cock in my ass. You painted my pretty pink lips white and gave me the pearl necklace I really desired.  And I liked it all. No, I loved it! Then you le...

You’d intrigued me in so many ways for so many months. You’d think if I’d waited that long, I could have waited just a bit longer until our first date. Perhaps it was knowing you were buzzed. Perhaps it was knowing you’d been out with someone else earlier. Perhaps it was a desire to set the tone for our first dinner. But most likely it was you texting me that you had just crawled into bed with your Hitachi, vibrator, and...

The next morning, I woke up at my normal 4:45 am.  It was a night of little sleep, but when I did wake up, a smile was on my face. I kissed her on the forehead then got out of bed.  She grabbed my pillow and snuggled into it. “It is too early to get up,”  she mumbled after she lifted the blankets to her chin. “Who said you needed to get up,” I asked as I sat on the edge of the bed.   I reached over and laid my hand on the...