“Gag you? You’d fucking love that too much!” As I finish my sentence, I know I’ve pulled the trigger; your eyes flicker into life, and the mood behind them changes. So few words, but such an enthusiastic shift. Your thoughts are now visible in your demeanour. ‘Love it too much?’ I hear your mind qualm.  Your beautiful features and piercing eyes look into me with such intense inquisition, as you verbally probe me... “What...

Gracie and Candy walked out of the bar hand in hand. Once outside, Gracie stopped, pushed Candy up against the wall and kissed her urgently, pushing her tongue into her mouth. Candy responded and the two of them were lost in each other.  Candy had one of Gracie’s tits out of her top and was caressing it while Gracie had her hand under Candy’s skirt, rubbing her pussy through her soaked thong. She hooked her fingers into t...

  Mandy and I had been friends since elementary school. Playing and cheering together. Commiserating over toxic relationships. Even going away to college together. Now in our early thirties, we had drifted apart with emails our only communication. Mandy moved to the mythical land of Orlando while I stayed here, teaching and freezing in northern Ohio. But, absence really does make the heart grow fonder as I discovered when...

I am writing this while I am using a stand-up desk.  The following story will explain why I am standing today and why I am being extra gentle when I sit down. I have to admit, having a Friday off of work as an adult makes me feel the same way I did when it was spring break as a high school student.  Instead of sleeping until noon and saying I am bored all day long, I get up at my normal time, leisurely enjoy my coffee, an...

The girls got back to the boarding school and went into the dorm building. One of the house mistresses, Mrs Lowe, was in the dining area. “Did you get in?” she asked Emma. Emma replied, “We did, Miss.” Mrs Lowe asked with a smile, “What, and they showed you around?” Emma carried on lying. “Yes, Miss. We got taken around the reception area and the upper floors, and they even showed us an Adjustment Chamber.” “Goodness,” Mr...

Alexis is my beautiful, submissive wife. She enjoys being tied up, spanked, and taken advantage of. There isn’t much she wouldn’t do for me. She likes it when I read her erotic stories while we are in bed. Recently, I have been reading her stories about wives who fuck other men and force their husbands to watch. She found it rather exciting, so I decided it would be fun to get her hot, while suggesting those stories were...

“Jake, I have heard from Josephine. It’s a mixture of good news and somewhat ambiguous news,” Livia said.“Then give me the good news first,” he replied.Jake was Livia’s boss at the offices of a small restaurant chain. At twenty-six, he had already become the head bookkeeper. Livia, at the age of twenty, was his assistant. He had recently caught her embezzling a small amount of funds. Rather than report her or press charge...

"I'll do it, Daddy!"  "Mary Lou, I've never seen a girl love to mow so much." I climb onto the seat and sit idlin', revvin' up my engine. My twat's ignitin' inside my daisy dukes. I'm off, squealin' as the vibrations tickle my bottom. Woohoo! The bouncin' seat really pounds my pussy good. Leanin' forward, my clit gets a good rubbin'. I'm doin' donuts ... hard to mow a straight line. I lose control, creamin' my seat.  I un...

Zoey was quite happy at being paired with someone her mum’s age to go on the nature trail. It wasn’t intentional, because names were pulled out of a hat, but she loved being with older women and imagined herself as their daughter even at her age of twenty-two-years-old. Better still, was that it didn’t take long for Diane, who was forty-six-years-old, to do exactly that and act pretty much as the mother and treat Zoey as...

A week had passed since my last outing with Lisa. Long enough for me to yearn for more of her, her curves, her smile, and of course her hot golden pee. The relief was palpable when my Messenger went off asking if I was free this afternoon. She had organized it so our mutual former colleague Jo was there and thought it might be fun. 'Fun!' I thought, 'what a strange word to use.' Whilst undoubtedly true I didn't think it w...

He walked into the cafe wearing green and I could see his butt from the tightness of his jeans. I rolled my eyes and picked up my latte. Moving to the back of the busy cafe, I plopped down between two groups of people and hoped to God he wouldn’t see me.  From his messages, he didn’t seem like a hipster. You know, those guys from the city that made you wish you hadn’t seen them. With their frilly fake coffee drinks in one...