Mrs. Marian Wintergreen tottered into the bedroom of her home in Ipswich in ridiculously high-heeled boots and shivered. Although the weather had been unseasonably warm, the tall female felt no warmth. This also may have been because apart from her thigh-length boots, the slender forty-something was in the buff. "Oh my, it's rather chilly in here, is it not, darling?" Marian sat back in the only chair in the room and sigh...

It was date night. It should've been a happy occasion, right? Wrong. It had gone so wrong so fast. We couldn't even make it through dinner without fighting. So much for six months, I guess. I just don't understand. Gavin and I were so good. I don't know, maybe it wasn't meant to be more than a physical thing. Still, my heart pulled at my chest, aching. I just wanted to love him wholeheartedly. But, if we couldn't even agr...

Jess looked at her phone screen, and a tremor of excitement went through her. There were a few simple pleasures that never failed to brighten up her day. A good game, a relaxing night, anything she could do on a quiet night. But she knew what her favorite was, and from the message, she knew she would get it soon. Katie had texted her, 'Please miss, please!!! I need it! I don't know how much more I can take!!' That moment...

I woke the next morning with the taste in my mouth having become stale. It took a moment for me to identify it, but when it did, I felt that familiar warmth of shame and arousal as I pictured the sight of myself kneeling before him in the darkness. I had awoken before my alarm, so I decided to take advantage of the extra time, and I jumped into the shower before Cheryl. Even with a quick touch-up of the shaving of my cock...

Marian Wintergreen looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror and smiled to herself. Her black and white dress had a flattering V-neck design that emphasised her jutting breasts, and the front wrap detailing added allure to her elegant appeal. At forty years of age, she was particularly proud of her smooth and long legs that gave her five-ten stature even more distinction. She rubbed her thighs together and sighed...

It was a few minutes before the end of Disciplinary Implements class, and Professor Lawrence was collecting the single-fall whips they’d been practicing with, while the students traded and graded each other’s targets. Kristen and Zach had both succeeded in annihilating most of the center of their targets while keeping a full circle of unbroken paper around the edge. From what Kristen could see when she glanced to the side...

Kate woke the next morning more aroused than usual. She pulled off the single white sheet, her bare feet stepping quickly across the cold bathroom tiles. She peed and then bounced back to her bedroom with a faint imprint of the toilet seat still showing on her bare butt. She jumped back under the sheet and grinned as she thought back to Kai and the night before. Why would any man lock his cock in a chastity cage and hand...

England, 2022. x Question. Were MILFS made to have big tits? Or were big tits made for MILFS? I don't expect an answer, but it might be either one. Sophisticated, cultured, classy, and horny. Those four things summed up the character of Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson perfectly. The very wealthy aristocratic fifty-year-old had it all. A Mansion to live in. Expensive cars to ride in, and the finest clothing to wear. She had...

“Kate?” Kate turned and smiled at the tall, well-dressed man standing by her alfresco café table. Dark features and wearing a white shirt, tan chinos, and brown leather shoes, he was older than her but exactly her type. “Mistress Kate?” the man asked again. She froze, a shiver of panic in her dark eyes as they flashed around to see if anyone else had heard. “You are even nicer than your photos,” he smiled. Kate could feel...