In the hush of her sacred sanctuary, A whisper of desire, a feverish yearning. Her pulse thunders, a wild, primal rhythm, As primal urges stir, passion's hymn. Unbidden, vivid images flood her mind - His lips devouring her neck, possessive and kind. She imagines his tongue tracing her curves, A sensual exploration that ignites and unnerves. A soft moan escapes her trembling lips, As the memory of his hands on her skin gri...

The sound of a gas engine running woke me again, but this time, bright sunlight was streaming through my bedroom windows. Stretching my muscles before I flipped the comforter off my naked body, I slipped out of bed. As I walked toward the window, I glanced at my alarm clock; it was ten forty-five. The engine noise that woke me was coming from Chuck's lawn mower. He was in the backyard cutting his grass, which probably did...

In the dimly lit room, their secret place, Mind whirling with erotic highs. Glowing embers igniting into fire, Oh, the feeling of electrifying flare. Immersed in passion's unending roll, No words needed, just raw desire, Gently tracing her curves with fingertips. Teasing touches, whispers in the air, Overtaken by a passionate rage. Cascading waves of pleasure take flight, Until they reach the pinnacle, the height. Merging...

A beautiful woman, so full of fire, Feeling so horny, her desires dire, She slips her finger inside her lace, Her hand exploring, at a rapid pace. Her mind consumed, with lust and need, Her body aching, to be freed, She slides her finger, across her skin, The heat within her, ready to begin. Her underwear, a barrier no more, As she delves deeper into her core, Furiously quick, her fingers move, In rhythm with her body's g...

In the throes of unbridled passion, she imagines him, A raging tempest within, her heart does brim. Her body trembles, with desire unleashed, A moment of release, her mind does feast. Her fingers stroke, with a fervent pace, A slow, sensual dance in this intimate space. Her breaths quicken as she thinks of him, In this secret fantasy, her love does climb. Imagining him wanking, with a primal need, Cum surges forth, over h...

In the quiet realm of her own design, She seeks the touch that's hers alone, A tender dance of love and kin, A secret song that she has known. Her fingers trace the path they've learned, A journey through the valleys deep, The curves that hold her passion burned, A map of longing, love, and sleep. Each stroke ignites a hidden flame, A fire that within her grows, As moments pass, like whispers tame, The embers glow, the pa...

My name is Emily and all my friends at uni kept on going on about how great dildos are. To be honest, I never knew what the big deal was. Just a plastic, shaped cock and scrotum which you can insert batteries in to make it vibrate. I'm not a prude, I've had tons of sex before with guys, but they just haven't been good ones. "Emily, you simply must get one," said my friend, Lily. "They'll make you scream in pleasure." My f...

Dr James Kirkham was a very successful doctor. Although still only in his thirties, he had built up a successful practice on Harley Street. He was not in general practice. He was a specialist, a consultant. His speciality had begun almost accidentally more than a decade ago as a newly qualified young doctor in a small market town in Yorkshire. His boss, Dr Helliwell, was an old, gruff doctor who had welcomed the naïve you...