I love this game we're playing, to read the words you're saying. Hear the ping, see the sticker. Now you sent me a picture. A pic that makes me squirm, I press my butt down firm. Feeling wet and tender, typing back with fingers slender. One trembling hand begins to descend. I don't understand that pull, but I know I want to feel so full. I know you'd barely fit. “Show me your juicy desire!” I comply and admire Your persis...

Kate waited at the bar. She hated waiting. She was always waiting for her girlfriend Claire. She went ahead and ordered a gin and tonic. It’d been a bitch of a week and she needed to unwind. She was just admiring the glossy shine of her brunette hair in the mirror behind the bar when she saw a stylishly dressed blonde-haired woman with bright red lipstick approach the bar and slip onto the stool beside her. “A mimosa, ple...

Becky was my seventeen-year-old neighbor whom I'd inadvertently met through a chat room. The Friday we had met had gone quickly, and with her Mom (who I had previously dated) away, Becky was staying with a friend, Jen, who was covering her absence. As we'd reluctantly disentangled ourselves, Becky had gone off to meet Jen, planning to tell her everything and come to my house after. I was standing in my kitchen, having a b...

It started because of the cancelled flight. None of it was planned. I had been overseas on an extended business trip, and the return flight was bumped due to 'technical problems'. I'd rather be bumped for twenty-four hours than fall out of the sky, but it was still irritating. I was tired, I was grumpy and I had been looking forward to getting home - not that, other than my own place, there was much to look forward to. At...

Wake up and snap out of it, the psychologist part of me lectured. Just look at yourself and how you’re acting! In a few days, you’ve mutated from a normal woman into one of the characters in Christy’s stories. An inspired smirk crossed my face when I remembered that Christy Scarlet Whitehorn also had heated, mental debates with her inner voice. In her stories, she frequently called it “that bitch in the mirror,” and she w...

I was dressed in true Christy fashion—like a horny slut. Awake before the sun rose above the mountains, then seeing John off to work, I lounged on the porch, enjoying the new deck chairs, wearing the most scandalous dress I owned. It was a skin-tight, bodycon dress, too short to wear in public, with short, cap sleeves, a deeply scooped neckline, and so stretchy and thin that the outlines of any undergarments would be plai...

I was on my knees between my husband’s legs; his pants were down, and one of my hands stroked his cock. My other hand was playing with my clit and rubbing my wetness all over my pussy lips. “Here’s how this will work,” I told him, catching his attention. One of my fingers plunged inside my pussy, making me moan on his hardness as my mouth went all the way down his shaft, devouring and savoring it. Pulling my lips off the...

I have never really caught up with the modern world. My youth was before the advent of the Internet and I am still fairly incompetent when it comes to technology. I can manage the basics, and some not-so basics, but it doesn't come easily to me as it does to younger people who seem to intuitively 'know' how software and apps work. In truth, I find it all rather scary. Sometimes I yearn for the days of 'pen pals' connected...

1. Connection, excitement, danger Three weeks ago If you want to change the world, sometimes all it takes is a kind word. In my case, it came from a very pretty face with a very dirty mind. She sought me out after reading my Lush profile and said, “Hello. I used to feel like you do, with no self-esteem, anxiety, and depression. I saw you were online. How are you feeling tonight?” My wife and I no longer connected on an em...