"I don't know if this is what we need, Rachel," Robert said, his voice heavy with doubt. Rachel looked up, her eyes flashing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I do, Robert. I need this. We need this." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Okay. If it's what you want." The air had tension as Robert zipped up his suitcase and turned to him. "Thank you," she said softly, stepping closer to give him a hug. He...

Mary stood in the bedroom feeling numb. She had anticipated a moment like this for weeks. “I am sorry, Mary. I never expected this nor did I seek it out. It’s just sort of… happened.” Mary looked up and for the first time and saw her husband completely. He was completely full of shit. “Just sort of happened? You are a homosexual, Denis. You have been your whole adult life.” He went to answer, then nodded in silence. “And…...

“Come on, Sasha! We are going to the hotel bar before the Christmas party. Are you coming?” Emily looked expectantly at Sasha. “Errr, yes, I’m ready,” Sasha responded hesitantly. Ever since their encounter with David, Emily’s presence made Sasha nervous, even though they were currently half a world away from London. Sasha looked at her phone and opened the text from David again. Her chest tightened as she felt the air-con...

The Carolina sun poured through the window as Marcus Watson lounged comfortably on his sofa. It was a Sunday, and the day was all his. He sipped his beer while sitting in a tank top and shorts, watching the movie Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels on the TV. Since his move to Beauford, North Carolina, his life had indeed started to turn around. Growing up in southern England, he believed the world was his oyster. Up unti...

Once, I’d had it all: a loving husband, a promising future, and a body that turned heads without even trying. I was Jane, a petite blonde with a secret weapon: a chest that defied my slender frame. I’d always been active, my lithe form a testament to hours spent running through the park and practicing yoga. Even now, the memory of that creepy old man’s gaze, fixated on my curves while i was out running one day, sent a shi...

The next morning Leslie called Andrea at the agency and said she would accept the permanent position as Mr. Henderson’s pet, and all the requirements that came with it. Andrea appreciatively thanked Leslie and asked when she could come in to sign the contract. “Is it okay if I wait until my payment clears? I want to go get a car right away and then I can drive over there and sign the contract,” Leslie explained. She was g...

The heat hit me from the moment we landed at Grantley Adams International Airport. Fortunately, a car was waiting to take us to our hotel in Bridgetown, and so it was a hop from one air-conditioned environment to another. Acclimatisation could follow. Charles’s family links to Barbados had brought us to the island. It was a problematic part of the family’s history, given a considerable element of their fortune had come fr...

I barely have the energy to pull my keys from the lock as I push open the front door. The day has drained me—endless client calls, looming deadlines, and a headache that settled behind my eyes hours ago. All I want is to step inside, kick off my shoes, and decompress. I hang my purse on the hook in the entryway, slip out of my heels, and let out a long sigh as my feet hit the cool floor. The plan is simple: pour a glass o...

He pulls my lead and throws me over the table. "I'm going to spank her and fuck her," he announces, telling the room what a slut I have been. His hands strike my bottom firmly and my tears fall. Pushing my buttocks apart, he rams his big cock deep into my wet pussy, pounding so hard that I jolt on the table. Finally he climaxes and empties himself into me with a groan. He leads me to the corner of the room. Facing the wal...

I sat and let the pee run out of me into the motel toilet. It was the early hours in the morning and I was doing a body survey. I had pinch marks and hickeys all over my body. My nipples looked like they had been pulled so many times they might never return to their former shape. My mom's cunt was so sore, the toilet paper gave it a little sting when I wiped. I stood up and flushed, and looked in the mirror. My God, Jenni...

Warm water ran down my breasts and tickled my pubic hair. I had not trimmed or shaved this week as my hubby was out of town. So, as he would ridiculously put it, there was "a bit of rough around my putting green heading for my hole." This shower was a relief after a rather aggressive run. It had been a crazy day at the physical therapy clinic, and I still had a lot of energy to expend! Masturbating often helped as the dop...