To celebrate our seven-year wedding anniversary, my wife and I booked a trip to an all-inclusive resort in Aruba. Between the sunshine and the palm trees, it didn’t take long before the miserable winter weather at home was a distant memory. Along with the warmer temperatures came much less clothing … and along with the unlimited alcohol came fewer inhibitions. When we visited the on-site club on our first night, I was qui...

I spied his sun-streaked hair rising above the dunes, then his ripped body, surfboard tucked underneath his arm. I plumped my tits. Smiled. Then… nothing. Not a single glance from him. The alluring waves ahead held his eyes captive. I upped my game, stripping my bikini, fiercely entering the competing ocean. My own white caps, not yet kissed by the sun, drew him to me. And then inside me. Jealous waves threatened to pull...

For you. I’m sitting in my cell. Naked. Only wearing the leather collar, which gained extra significance after yesterday. The sun shining down through the skylight woke me early in the morning. I was still tired but couldn’t stay in bed. Too restless, too confused. What happened yesterday rages like a storm in my head and lingers in my body. I found your assignment on the table. After a few attempts that end in torn paper...

As I held back my unrequited love’s hair while she relieved her troubled stomach all over the icy pavement, I reflected that this wasn’t exactly how I’d hoped to spend my first Christmas in London. The previous year, after months of interviews in secret, I’d landed a new job in the City. I celebrated by taking my work colleagues out for a curry - a kind of Merry Christmas/Happy New Job/Goodbye kind of thing. I’d sure miss...

I never saw it coming In you I had no doubt Could not believe my eyes Inside I scream and shout I watched him peel your clothes off I saw panties on the floor His lips upon your soft breasts The wife that I adore I watched as his fingers Part soaking pussy lips I saw the hunger in your eyes The swaying of your hips I heard you beg for his hard cock I watched you let him in The moans of your orgasm The lust there in his gr...

Have you ever looked back on certain events after a few years have passed and wondered how you possibly could have done the things you did or felt the emotions you felt? It may even seem like you’re looking back at a different person altogether, or perhaps recalling some half-remembered dream. Six years have gone by since my affair with Delilah began and I still don’t fully understand it. Before Delilah, I was fully commi...

I can’t stop fucking this tight piece of young college ass. Goddammit, I shouldn’t be fucking my main man’s little sister. But sheeeit. Look at them plump, nubile cheeks up in the air, red and wiggling. That pink, gushy slit sucking off my big, black dick. Phew. And the wild shit she says really be getting me off: “Fuck me harder with that big black cack!” Her pronouncing it cack, rather than cock makes the shit sound gut...

Shooting a man ain't like in the movies. Sure, the mechanical part's a cinch: cock, point, bang, done. But they don't show the emotional cost of taking a life. The endless replays. The blast. The recoil jolting me from wrist to shoulder. The way Brennan ragdolled back onto the motel bed, his blood smearing then pooling on the crumpled sheets we'd recently occupied. Doubt I'll ever forget the surprise. The finality etched...