The soft hum of conversations filled the air as I leaned back in my chair, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. The dinner plate in front of me, once a masterpiece of culinary art, was now empty, save for a few smears of sauce. I gently dabbed the corner...
Casandra was on sensory overload; she heard the moans of a whore, her moans. And Tyrone, her chauffeur was grunting each time he rammed his long thick cock into her forty-five-year-old pussy. Henry’s Café, she read on the lighted sign as she looked out th...
The week was one of great highs and lows. I had finally gotten over my last boyfriend and focused on my husband. It had been months since I'd taken some time for myself from the family, so I decided to visit my BFF down in Des Moines. My husband was fine...
It started with a row. A week on the road meant I was tired but horny as hell. An hour from home, I stopped for petrol, a comfort break, and a call home. "Home in an hour. You'd better be naked, ready and waiting. You are going to get fucked senseless." "...
I bumped and rolled in the sack as I was dragged along the forest for what felt like hours. It had been long enough that I stopped wondering about who kidnapped me and why, but I could only ponder over my own ailments. The cuts, bruises, and broken bones...
