How long had he been following me for? Was it due to my outfit, was anything too revealing about it? Maybe I was being paranoid, and he was walking towards the bus station like I was. Sure, I had my moments when I thought the world revolved around me, but those were quickly snapped when reality sneaked its way into my illusory realm. It's my skirt, it has to be, I thought, glancing back at my mysterious follower. No, he m...

My cheeks were reddened, my entire body felt hot, not out of guilt or shame, but due to the treatment of my partner for the night. He was rough, a controlled anger of sorts, taking it out on me between gentle touches. It made me purr and squirm, like he knew how to tame me, and my drenched undies supported that claim. I was a married woman, one who enjoyed her life at home and who did everything necessary to ensure my hus...

Eve instinctively knew how to enthrall most men and a large percentage of women who were attracted to females. After using the two strangers in the hotel for her sexual pleasure, she retired to her apartment and went over all the business documents. She also planned her wardrobe for her day in the field. Her chosen outfit was professionally devastating. A body-molding, hounds tooth “overall” skirt was the centerpiece of h...

The drive was familiar, a routine by this point in our relationship, but it never quite lost its mystique. We lived in a big city, top ten or so population in the country, which meant going to the other side of it wasn't something I did often. Actually, aside from the unavoidable visits to government offices, I only made the trip to indulge in my secret sex life. I understood that most people who went down the path of ext...

She wasn't up for it at first. I returned home drunk as usual after having another huge fight. I had spent a few hours at a strip club not too far from home, but this time, I was certainly stumbling out more noticeably. A few guys who worked there offered to get me home safely. So one of them drove me in my car while the others followed. Brandie was asleep on the couch when they carried me in. She was wearing a sexy night...

The cold, hard floor, the antagonist of my story. Well, given that I was a married woman on my weekly escapade to the gloryholes, it was silly to focus on such a thing. However, I was past the point of feeling guilty, so something had to take its place in my curious mind. A pillow would fix this, just put a fucking pillow here, I thought, fixing my hair into a ponytail before getting on my knees. I was a regular, a fan-fa...

My wife and I had met an attractive couple bi couple on Yahoo Messenger. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, together for five years, and we all had mutually shared interests. The four of us agreed on a no-pressure date to introduce ourselves better in person. When Friday came to meet, we didn't hear from them all day. We thought they had ghosted us, so the wife and I got dressed and ready for our own date night. Never sk...

Yadira couldn't resist looking up from her phone. It wasn't so much that she didn't want to, it was that she understood why her husband couldn't resist either. Their babysitter, Tania, was nineteen with a petite body and a deliciously proportionate bubble butt. No matter what she wore, she turned heads, including those of Yadira and her husband. Better get you outta here before he comes home and sees you, she thought, una...