"I'm going shopping, Babe, I'll be back soon," Fiona said before kissing the top of her husband's head as he continued playing some sort of video game. She shook her head as she almost tripped over a pile of empty Code Reds that lay haphazardly on the floor. She looked down at her phone and smiled before getting into her car and driving to her usual Friday night destination.It was a seedy-looking out of the way motel. In...

FIRST HOUR I’d been lusting after Cloe Simmonds ever since I figured out all the amazing things the package in my pants can do. But she only had eyes for her handball coach. It was damn painful to watch. Luckily, he eventually decided that she wasn’t worth his career. Fool. As soon as he was out of the picture, I swooped in and swept her off her feet with a little help from my dad’s Jag and credit card. It was all worth i...

Lying on a quilt among the sunflowers bursting with beauty and passion. My arms tightly around you, thrusting into you, legs wrapped around me. We both feel it coming closer. I jam my hardness deeper, grunting as you squeal. Your yoni to use, lady love. Squeezing your cheeks in my hands, steel into your velvet. Smooth, wet, moist. Juicy for me.  I come spurting thoroughly into your loving, needy pussy. My cock gives up it...

He creeps in as the clock strikes the witching hour, assuming that everyone is sleeping soundly as they should be, forgetting that bitch insomnia, He makes sure his Wal-mart stocking mask is on tight."Perfect," he whispers to himself before continuing inside the dark house lit only by the twinkling lights of the Christmas Tree, a soundless and slow strobing neon.For a moment he feels like the Grinch about to steal Christm...

She dances in the dark, at a rest area where the only amenities are tables with benches and a hut containing lavatories. Their holiday ending, the last act requires a big climax. Lights pierce the dark as a lorry illuminates her; the white dress unbuttoned far enough to allow her breasts to swing free, a thin silver chain round her neck, white stockings, and above all the shiny red knee boots with twelve-inch heels. She s...

She has her feet up and her legs parted. Her skirt’s up round her waist. Today she’s doing things properly, using a ribbed pink vibrator to administer pleasure to herself. As always, whenever he glances at her, he’s not looking at the spot where the toy teases out a trickle of moisture, but at the red lace-up ankle boots on the dash. She senses movement and hears the sound. “Where are you going?” He doesn’t answer, but pu...

This evening she’s in a little black latex number. That and her red shoes. They’re at a secluded rest area, drinking coffee from a flask at one of those picnic tables with benches as the odd car is heard passing beyond the thick mass of growth separating the rest area from the main road. They’re not alone. A man has just emerged from a lorry. He heads for the little hut, seeking relief, giving her a none too subtle look i...

She grips his shaft with nails a perfect match for her new red shoes. Yesterday they went shopping, spending over an hour in the shoe department of a bustling emporium, she trying on every pair of red shoes in her size, coming away with three pairs. Their bags are by the door. There’s nothing left for them to do except check out, but she wants to give him something a little special before they go. Her leather jacket is op...