As the beginnings of my third “O” welled up, I could feel him swelling deep inside. My hips went into overdrive as I rode us both to a breathtaking finale of what was a passion-filled afternoon delight. My pussy tightened around him, and my hand reached behind me to grab onto his swollen balls as his juices splashed my inner walls, leaving both of us breathless. “You’ve found him, haven’t you?” Greg said as we basked in t...

Fuck me! Holy Christ, Dear God! Holy FUCKING shit!!! Kelsea looked down at her phone panic as she sat at her desk in the back of the classroom. Her right leg bounced as nerves wracked her body, twisting her stomach in knots. Re-reading the message yet again did not change its content. "Missing Something?" It read. It was not the words themselves that caused her dread, it was a simple picture of a piece of paper. A specifi...

-03: Jenna- Two more weeks in, Dr. Johnson had given me homework; and not the type that could be written up and submitted at the end of the week. He had wrapped it in a little gift box after an uneventful Friday session; I hid it in my bag until I was alone in my dorm room. The box sat in front of me on my bed, open. A small, baby blue bullet vibrator nested inside the box in tissue paper, with only a short note on the ba...

Pyrmont, July 12 Milena arrived at my estate late in the afternoon, a few days before the visit of her husband and his party. Alfred, my secretary, courteously welcomed her. After she moved into her accommodation, a small house on a secluded spot of the estate, Alfred invited her to join me for dinner. She entered the dining room and greeted me, polite but ill at ease, as if she was visiting the doctor with an embarrassin...

-02: Dr. Johnson- After a week of daily meetings with him, I started to think that the initial meeting was just to catch me off guard. Dr. Johnson was professional, warm, and insightful about my stresses and tension. When I arrived after my evening class on the following Thursday, however, something seemed different. Maybe it was that we had never met so late in the evening, the hallways completely empty. But I think what...

three Rachel jumped at the demonic bark that resounded from the enclosed space of the garage. It sounded both feral and musical; but died quickly to a high, gravelly idle as something edged into sight. A sharp white point, diminishing on either side to gaping air intakes beneath and rounded headlights above. The short bonnet gave way to windscreen, and then Susan’s beautiful face. Rachel could not help hopping on the spot...

zero There was something about that moment, when the taxi wallowed away from the kerb leaving Rachel standing alone, that would stay with her. The sun was setting behind hills glimpsed at the end of the street, and while the air would be warm all night, Rachel felt a shiver — as though she stood on a precipice. She let the feeling explore her for a moment longer. How incongruous it was, to be standing here outside the hou...

Croquette. A game I now think I absolutely and most assuredly despise. I stood in Milli Hammel's well-manicured lawn. A nice day, yes, though the air had chilled quite a bit as of late. Milli, her perfect pearls and perfect husband and perfect home with perfect pets, made me want to put the mallet square in her over-perfect face. I'm not even sure what those feelings were for, never before had I been so overcome with such...

Of all the sordid stories that should never be told, I imagine that this would be one of them. The story of a mother—a step-mother, though I should specify that would hardly weigh-in per the eyes of the law—and her son. Not a rosy peach-cheeks type of tale. But a dark, dastardly, seedy type. That's how this story unfolds. Perhaps one might stow moral judgement and find it possible to forgive the dark sins that I committed...

When you're married, it's okay to have little fantasies about other men; everyone does it, and it's enough to get you through the mundane parts - until it's not.When it wasn't enough, I went about seeking horny men out on erotic websites and having a bit of dirty talk. A little flirt for the old ego. All innocent enough, cheating - yes in some minds, no in others - but nothing physical happens, so what's the harm?The harm...

  Her Jesus. Not a casual conversation anymore. The litany repeats in her head while she packs her things into her shoulder bag. She moves slowly. She can feel the flutter of nerves in her stomach. She looks up at you standing beside the table. Okay, not just nerves, she admits when a tendril of heat curls around the fluttering. You hold out your hand. She looks at it, looks at you. Her eyes close for a moment and she tak...

  You She is leaning over the counter when you walk into the hotel bar, stretched up on the toes of one boot as she reaches for something on the other side. You’re getting an eyeful of derriere clad in tight jeans and the flash of a tattoo where her shirt has ridden up. Your eyebrow lifts and a smile curves your lips. Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t head straight to bed when you got back today. It’s been a long week an...

After a short wait for their food, they finally entered Ellie’s apartment. Immediately the smell of a ripe trash can assailed their nostrils and any positive emotion Ellie felt from their limited contact faded away like the drop of a rock in her stomach. “Ugh, it’s so much worse than I remembered!” Ellie declared dramatically and headed towards her kitchen to deal with the source of the foul stench. “I’d tell you to wait...