I thought he would fuck her mouth again. We’d already seen, in porn movies, the actors immediately putting their cocks from the girl’s ass into her mouth. True, Laura had always been horrified by these, but after the events of tonight, I wouldn’t have been surprised at all if she would have done this, too. My love, the mother of my children, had just turned into a dick-hungry bitch in the last few hours, and now she was k...

"Is that your little bag of tricks?" He motioned to the little black bag in my hands. "No tricks, just a little outfit," I replied. "Mmm, well then, go put it on. I can't wait to see it." At this time, Joe and I had a few amazing playdates. It was strange to me how this all started because I asked a random older man to spank me. I had no idea just how much naughty fun I would have with him. "Sir" felt too formal after our...

The lingerie magnifies everything. The ache. The need. The power. Suspense skitters beneath my skin as I dance to the pulverizing beat that swamps my bedroom, eyes cast downward, fixed on myself the whole time. Sensational. My reflection smiles with me, muted taps of my toe ring against the glass through sheer hold-ups sweeping toned calves to my slender thighs. The dark bands snapped around them are tantalising, mere whi...

Self-love was only satisfying when the redhead in the mirror enjoyed it too. The reflection aroused her to the point of need. She grabbed the vibrating wand and the identical image seized hers too. They found just the right spot, between each of their legs, and began moaning together. It wasn’t that the woman staring back at her was hot. It was those facial expressions that mirrored her own that made this a fucking turn-o...

I can't quite remember where this falls in to the timeline of those two weeks in each other’s arms. My brain has shook that particular tin of memories around so much, it doesn't seem to have an order anymore. Just a beginning and an inevitable (and unwelcome) conclusion. The middle is a (sweaty, panting, sticky) mess of nights out with cocktails, a lazy Sunday getting lost in the city, verdant parks, pizza in bed, too man...

I held her tightly against my body, encouraging her. "Let it out, Keira. I have you." My eyes never left hers in the mirror. "Release for me, baby." Her legs straightened, toes pointed, and her back arched as she screamed, "James!" Is there any bigger compliment than a woman screaming your name as she cums?  She panted with her orgasm, thrusting against my hand with each spasm. Her pussy squeezed my fingers as her release...

As she closed the door on the builders, Sarah felt a pang of excitement. This plan had taken three months to pay off. Jeff was upset that he was going to be away for their first anniversary, but Sarah was secretly ecstatic. What a perfect opportunity. The builders she’d used had been very discrete, but Sarah was sure they’d all be wanking furiously this evening, thinking about what they’d just installed in her bedroom. If...

Keira's body trembled against mine, signaling a mind still battling between fear and arousal. Her eyes were glued to my fingers in the mirror. With painstaking slowness, my fingertips had caressed her sensitive skin from her knees up to her creamy inner thighs and now rested on the crotch of her white panties. Tap, tap, tap. I continued to pat her pussy through the thin material as her hand instinctively slipped into her...

Melissa dragged the scope from between her clinging clam lips. Born anew; lustful tears gushing from her abused sex; it arose glistening into the light. A penile projection of black plastic-coated metal, her lover, the pleasure provider. Its surface slick with her cream, fingers glittering pearlescent as they clung to its slippery mass.  Upwards it travelled; away from the hips that still thrust ineffectual at nothingness...

Just type the words “happy ending massage” into your browser and see what pops up.  I swear there must be seven hundred and fifty thousand entries for men, and like, three entries for women.  You have women from every ethnicity advertising that they are the best and will rock a man’s world.  You, literally, must go into the black market to find a man that offers a sensual massage for a woman.  What is the big taboo about...

Their first meeting loomed five days away. The sexual tension would be hot. She wanted it white-hot. She sat before the full-length mirror beside her bed. A beautiful lady faced her clad in black matching lingerie. Long legs spread just enough to tease. Perfect breasts peaked above the cups just enough to entice. This should do the trick, she thought. With that she snapped a single photo on her phone. Without missing a be...