Recently, my friend Adam asked if my wife and I would like to take a trip with him and his wife, Jenny. They were looking to go to one of the Hawaiian Islands, and knowing we had been several times, he thought it would be fun for us to come with them. I h...
My fingers traced where pearls graced along the lines and shadowed curves Her ribcage ravaged with desire her inkwell full of vintage words as my gravelly voice undressed her soul spilling to the floor like her lingerie My tongue, like the night dipped in...
"Oh, come on, Holly, I know you were as turned on as me." "Yes, but, what if it gets out of hand?" Holly sounded unsure. "How can it? There are two of us and we keep the door locked and know how far to go." "We should both wear jeans and only do what we a...
Although it had only been a week, Emily realized two very important things. Her first epiphany was that her neighbor, Vincent, had turned her into a needy, desperate nympho. All she could think about was sex with him; it consumed her body, spirit, and min...
It was obvious Emily was incredibly horny. Her taut nipples poked through the fabric of her top, and her cheeks were flushed. Her two, married friends on cam noticed her extreme arousal, almost immediately. Throughout the entire conversation, she’d taken...
Emily was clueless as to what she was actually going to do, but, deep down in her heart, she knew that she was powerless to stop herself. In the thirty seconds it took for her to slide the couch across the room, she realized that she was acting strictly o...
Emily was blood-boiling sexy and she knew it. Although she tried to avoid the trap of narcissism, raw sexuality radiated from her body like a beacon, and, when she felt safe in her environs, she let her sensual nature run rampant and free. Of course, ther...
I wanted to fuck her so badly… I mean, I hated her. That’s it: hate, hate, Hate. But, damn, she was so sexy, so burning hot, and so much fun to be around. Meeting Angela—”call me Angie or Ang”—was an eye-opening experience, one that pointed out my self-de...
I had been working on a project on my home office PC all morning and was getting pretty burned out. I found myself gazing out of the big picture window in the front of my house. My office is at one end of the first floor of the house and in addition to th...
I have to call them clients. I am not a prostitute, of course, I am a sex worker, so there. I call myself Tamara and I have a slogan. It is, "You can have your Tamara today." Like Clinton, I do not "have sex" with my clients but I do a lot of other things...
Welcome to the latest of my autobiographical stories! All the stories in this series answer questions from the Lush forums that I have a real and truthful answer for. For this series at least, if it isn’t true, it ain’t going in. You have my word. Unless...
My legs are jelly, and my knuckles whiten, clutching the doorframe. The rush of white noise and the swirling hot blood fades. In the distance, I can hear the crashing of the sea. The patter of feet, slow and methodical, cool on the oak floor and plod towa...
