Crying orgasm Stories

Sprawled on the sofa with the evening newspaper wouldn’t be everyone’s idea of an idyllic lifestyle. It wasn’t mine either, but I was tired after a long day on the site, I hadn’t changed my clothes and I was covered in dust from head to toe. The sofa suited me just fine. I had my kids for the midweek evenings while my ex worked the night shift at the local pub. My son, Gary, aged seven, had gone to his first training sess...

I woke at 5:00 in a strange room, in a strange bed, a woman was turned on her side facing away from me. Ciara. It had taken a few seconds for the memory to return. Her skin was perfect in tone and texture. She had turned out to be a wonderful lover, soft and unassuming, yet experienced enough to know what she needed and what was acceptable. I lifted the cover to look at her bum. Perfection. I remembered Lillian’s words an...

Monday morning after a quiet weekend felt strange. I was due in Hartford at 10:00 for a site inspection and Brady offered me a lift to the site. I thanked him but had to pick some stuff up at the office. “How’s the schedule?” I asked him. “Yeah, it’s good. We’re ready for you this morning.” “I’m not the lead person, Samantha is. I can’t do anything except stand and listen, unless I’m asked,” I said. “If I am, I have to be...

‘I didn’t expect a policewoman to burst into tears.’ ‘Not fair! I’m off duty.’ Leila turned for the car door handle, but her face locked onto mine. In her flat, she drew a staccato breath. ‘Drink?’ ‘I’d like to spank you for being a brat, Leila.’ A hard swallow, eyes cast to the floor: the answer I coveted. Naked, hands on her head in the corner, Leila’s long, black, silken-straight hair contrasted beautifully with her ti...