One dark and crisp autumn evening, after my husband and I had just made sweet love, we were discussing our sex life and desires. I informed him he was a fantastic lover. He was sweet, endearing, kind, and aware of my overall needs. He, however, lacked the ability to just fuck me. There are times when lovemaking is essential, and there are times when one just wants to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked without emotions attac...
Theatre 1 It’s rare that Leeza and I have the same day off during the week, and even more unusual when that day is a beautiful warm summer day. We had no special plans for the day except to try a new little restaurant that her friends had told her about. It was in a developing part of town and we were anxious to see what new shops may also be there. I was waiting outside when she came out. Wow, she looked hot, a short whi...
The idea of sharing a passionate night with a stranger has appealed to me for as long as I can remember — and I do mean an absolute stranger. We wouldn’t know anything about each other, not even names. A fantasy, of course. I guess we all have private predilections, albeit some more taboo than others. I know of some people’s fantasies and they are far kinkier than mine. I kept mine a secret, never hinting at this strange...
Joan spent the whole morning cleaning the house; the harder she worked, the hotter she got, causing her to peel her clothes off until she was down to only her panties. Joan had extreme sexual desire running through her mind and sweaty body. She was trying to figure out how she would satisfy this strong sexual urge. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Joan answered the door without thinking or caring who was on the other side. Sh...
She saw the online message. Up for an adventure? I'm looking for discrete and private. His profile said he was married and she thought to ignore him... But she was so horny lately that she sometimes watched porn in the bathroom at work while fingering herself to completion. She replied - Meet me at the Riverside Park bleachers. Thirty minutes later, she watched him park and walk towards her. He caught her gaze and hesitat...
Caitlin sighed as she stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, her eyes heavy with exhaustion after a grueling day at the office. Her husband, Eric, had already changed into his comfortable pajamas, lounging on the bed and scrolling through his phone. She knew he'd had an equally tiring day, and the weight of their shared stress hung heavy in the air. "Hey, babe," she said softly, her voice laced with fatigue. "Rough day?" Eri...
Helen knew what was coming even before Kim spoke. Four days previously, Helen had told her best friend about her first painful anal experience, saying she had hated it. Deep down, Helen knew she was lying. Helen had loved it, though she denied it vehemently - even to herself. After much persuasion, Helen agreed to try again with Kim there for moral support. Now, the formerly shy and nervous Kim was pressuring her. "Get yo...
Helen scanned the dresses displayed in the window. She nodded. Unlike the previous shops, this one seemed suitable. Expensive, but just the kind of clothes she loved, youthful and perfect for her upcoming holiday. She opened the shop door, and a bell tinkled loudly near the rear of the shop. After a few minutes of perusing the racks of summer clothing, Helen had accumulated an armful. She glanced around the shop, looking...
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 corners of my mouth with the linen napkin, savouring the lingering flavours of the dish: a perfectly cooked Wagyu ribeye steak, seared to perfection and served with a rich, dec...
Damn! The meeting had run late. I was supposed to meet Michael for lunch. I looked through my purse for my phone. Damn! Now what the hell did I do with my phone? This day just seems to be getting worse by the minute. I found it in the bottom of my purse and called Michael. No answer! I hurried to the cafe. As I crossed the street, I heard a horn blaring and tires squealing. I was staring at the front end of a SUV just inc...
“Do you ever think about old Professor Sanders and his parties?” Mary watched her friend Wendy closely as she asked her. “Oh yes, sleazy Sanders, I miss those days when life was so much simpler without stress.” Wendy smiled. “You were his favourite too; as I remember, he described you as his most pliable student.” Mary raised her eyebrows as she spoke to Wendy. “I don’t remember that, but those weekend parties were the be...
I stood bare to the world in my hotel room. My perky nipples pointed toward the pristine bed, and the wall of windows that overlooked Nashville, TN. It was late, so the skyscrapers were checkered with various apartments and offices with their lights on. The electronic lock clicked, and I heard the door open behind me. Every instinct I possessed told me to turn around to see my stranger and to cover my trimmed pussy or rou...
Being a divorced fifty-three-year-old workaholic woman is no picnic. As a member of the Florida State House of Representatives, it is social death. The hours are long. I spend an exceptional amount of time away from my home near Tampa and the pay is terrible. It was never my intention to go into politics. I was a high school principal when the State Rep in my district died in a car accident. The Governor had to pick a rep...
I was sitting in a cozy chair by the fireplace in the hotel lobby, trying to finish my novel. I was giving an early morning presentation at the conference tomorrow, and always have trouble sleeping the night before a presentation. It was late, around midnight, and I figured a change of scenery might help. My job had become my life during the past few years. In my twenties, I had a pretty active social life. I went out wit...
My backside hits the push bar, and we spill out into the alley, clinging together by our sloppily dancing tongues. This will be my bedroom with Quadzilla for the next five minutes (ten if I’m lucky). Only the truly depraved fuck in the seedy crevices behind bars, so I fit in perfectly. I pull him into the center of a lost moonbeam sprayed across the littered ground and turn to grind my ass against his tented joggers. I’d...
