"Maybe I will enjoy too much," he said quietly while looking slightly away. "Is that possible, I'd like to see what that looks like?" Jackie's hand slid down, pressing firmly against the growing bulge in his pants. The deliberate touch made him gasp softly, his body reacting instinctively to her. Jackie's smile turned devilish as she felt his arousal beneath her hand. "Somebody seems to be missing me," she teased, her voi...

Those sweet nothings you readily say baby, darling, good girl are keys cloaked in velvet, unlocking desire's door. You slip inside to settle between my parted thighs. All the while, you repeat those sweet nothings. Uttered with abandon, they accompany your thrusts, and I revel in each one like wine. Reverberating long after we've made love, your sweet nothings remain something precious to me.

“Mmmmh…. oh my god, Scott!” Even through the delirium of illicit desire, Scott can tell when she feels him massaging across her sensitive G-spot as he holds his sister naked and bent over in front of him on the bed by her waist and fucks her slow and deep. He considers what a sublime woman she has grown up into and shudders from lust and a moment of sharp trepidation from how entirely wrong it feels to desire and to need...

May I touch you?If only for a moment.I know you like to be in controlTo be honest, I don't mind it at all. I think about the way your hands feelWhen they're tangled in my hairCalling me, "good girl."It's the best feeling, I swear. I have the tendency to overthinkI accidentally hide here in my headIf I didn't know better,I'd say anxiety was my kink. May I kiss you?I press my lips to yoursAnd sparklers explode Your palm mus...

I started awake as suddenly as I’d passed out. The realization that I’d passed out made me scream at my body to get up. Even as I tried to push it away, beachside memories floated back to me. Rough fingers kindly stroking my cheek. A soft voice counting as each wave lapped at the shore. Using that lap as a pillow, I teased their counting, “735, 728, 769, 652…”   That’s when the rough fingers moved to tickle my sides. Thei...

Julie Simmons nodded appreciatively as the house came into view. She turned to Victor Manners, who had slowed the car. "This looks rather special," she observed, and the older man's wrinkled face regarded her with a kindly smile. "I thought you'd appreciate marketing a more up-grade property," he told her. Julie had been overjoyed to be appointed junior partner of this well-established estate agency just three months ago,...

The soft pitter-patter of rain, accompanied by a steady, heavier plop-plop-plop outside, enshrouded the room in isolation. Outside, nature raged and stormed, as if to ward off its two children inside the sheltered space. The room, untroubled by intrusion, was cast in the orange light of the few candles, that had not yet consumed themselves.   Previously, there had been quite the number of little flames, each burning brigh...

Some internet sex sites classify a girl like me as “Bi-Curious.” I wasn’t sure if that was an accurate description, so I did what any twenty-four-year-old girl would do: I checked Wikipedia. There I was! ( bi-curious applies to a heterosexual individual who has little or no homosexual experience and has some curiosity about a relationship or sexual activity with a person of the sex they do not favor) I am certainly hetero...

I walk into your bedroom, not knowing that you're changing. You're wearing pajamas and a bra. You're reaching out to get your shirt, your breasts hanging. I see that. You see me see that. You ask me if I like what I see. I come closer to you and kiss you, our tongues fencing. I sit on your bed and you sit on my lap. We're making out as I first squeeze your ass and then move on to fondle your breasts. I undo your bra and r...

Part I January 31, 1512 Casa di Venuccio de Lambra, Rome Italy It is a particularly cold mid-winter afternoon. A man is sitting by a crackling fire and is fashioning a small figure from soapstone. The light shows that it is nearer supper than lunch. He looks up as his young wife enters the house. “You are late Vittoria.” “Pardon, Venuccio, he made me sit a long time today.” “But he progresses?” “I hope so. He was later th...

Waking with a smile, Has been easier these days, Knowing I am in your arms, Safely I lay. Turning over, Giving you a kiss, Butterflies dance about, My heart's full of bliss. Strong, warm, giving, Your tender care, I look into your eyes, Consumed by your stare. I touch you, and then You touch me. There is no doubt that This is where I want to be. I hear you whisper, I can't take much more, Each part of you, I truly adore....

It was a little thing, just a touch as we passed in the kitchen. Liz had showered already and was cleaning up after breakfast, putting the kitchen in order so she could relax and start her day. I had just finished my workout and was getting water from the fridge. I was sweaty and steaming and the endorphins were boiling in me. So when her hand reached out for my waist, tenderly and casually, it felt right and proper. As I...

At 11 the next morning I stepped out of a taxi and entered Lise’s bar again. I’d worn a knee length dress in mid-blue – a summer dress because the weather was warm. I had on silk, white knickers but otherwise I was naked beneath the dress. Lise was sitting in a corner of the bar reading a newspaper. ‘Kitty, welcome! I know Greta will be here soon – she is looking forward to showing you our lovely City. You will have a won...