Do you want to know what a man thinks about whilst touching himself? My dick's in my hands right now. I'm stroking myself slowly and picturing you on your knees, stripped down to your underwear. If I was there with you, I'd stroke my cock's head against your soft lips and tell you to kiss it like a good girl. I want to see you suck on it, really enjoying swallowing my cock, moving that wet tongue against my shaft as you t...
Eventually, I go downstairs. Clodagh is watching yet another crappy reality show... Married at First Sight Australia or something. I slip onto the sofa beside her, resting my head against her shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my finger drawing a pattern on her thigh. She doesn’t say anything for a moment and I worry she’s really pissed off with me before she turns and smiles. She kisses the top of my head and laughs. “You...
“Say it again!” he demanded. But I couldn’t answer, as his fingers slid through my slick, swollen folds, plunging inside my tight cunt. I gasped as he hooked his fingers inside, the very tips rubbed against that glorious bundle of nerves. Grinding against his hand, my need peaked. “Don’t make me ask again,” he growled, claiming my lips, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth, mimicking the movement of his fingers. Pressing...
His footsteps echoed off the hallway floor. It was the warning I needed to get in position. He didn’t know it at the time, but there was a reason I wanted hardwood floors throughout the whole house. It was not just for aesthetics. Subs needed every advantage they could get, and sometimes, the sounds of their footfalls were all telling. I silently slipped off the bed, my bare feet padded lightly across the floor, and lower...
I come down for breakfast the next morning and find Katie and Aoife already at the breakfast bar, munching their way through the crunchy nut cornflakes. Katie blushes and smiles sheepishly, watching me over the top of the cereal box. Images of last night flood my mind as I lick my lips instinctively, imagining I can still taste her flavour on my tongue. She’s wearing the same pair of too-tight pyjamas, the ones I had stri...
Taylor nudged her shoulder to turn her around, now facing him. He paused, yet again, and looked her up and down. To her credit, she was perfectly positioned and showed no signs of her indiscretion. He furrowed his brow and looked expectantly at his kitten. She’s just rusty and if she’s anywhere as needy as me, well, it’s understandable. I’ll just give her a bit of a nudge, he reasoned. He glanced behind her into the hotel...
She’d often wondered how it would feel if they fucked in the shower. Even fantasized about it while she was taking her own shower before. But they never really seemed to have the chance to, and she’d sort of let that fantasy go for some reason. Until now. The sensation of the water running over them, between them, and around them heightened everything she was already feeling. The surprise at the suggestion of getting into...
It’s been a while. Months since we had a proper night, like we used to when we were still so new and excited and high on the possibilities of whatever this was. You probably think I’m most excited to put my mouth on your cock. To wedge myself between your legs, smirk on my face as I lean down to gently tease the head, leaking precum, with my thumb, tracing circles around the tip. Sliding my hand down your length, with one...
Scene 1 "Are you all fucking stupid!" I was shouting. Couldn't stop myself. I'd put this team together, promised we'd be the people to get this shit done. Greg, my boss, had his fresh enema grin plastered on his face when I got the project. I thought he was jealous. But no! He knew! The bastard knew. This was a trap. Changed deadlines, conflicting expectations, and ignored requests for clarity. Greg muttered if I couldn't...
Disentangling myself from Sam as gently as I could, I gazed down with sadness at her nude, beautiful body. She was smiling in her sleep; I’d let her have her happy dreams a little longer. A renewed sense of shame swept over me as I felt myself stiffen. I stood under the water, hands flat against the wall of the shower, letting the cold water sluice down my body. I’d long since cleaned my body; there had been, thankfully,...
Lucifer, the prince of darkness, made a rather unusual decision. He resolved to marry a mortal woman, but with a specific preference: he sought a virtuous woman, one whose heart was pure and untainted by the sins of the world, and corrupting her would be the ultimate challenge for him that would bring him great pleasure. Lucifer believed that by perverting a woman of such purity, he could prove his dominance over humanity...
I stood in the hallway of Kirkwood Hall, or ‘professor row’ as the other students called it. My thumb drew incessant circles in my sweaty palm as I paced small circles near the wall between two offices. I can’t do this. I can’t do this, repeated in my head as the moment grew larger than me. Just breathe Beth… The other college students that flocked the halls made me want to blend in with the bland beige walls and abstract...
She looked nervously out the window and off into the distance as the furnace of desire within her grew by the moment. Time was running out as the car sped towards the airport. She yearned for his touch, just one more time. He glanced over momentarily and their eyes met. She saw it again, just as she’d seen in glimpses earlier, that glint, that something that just made her want to submit. His presence and his vibe very muc...
I gaze across the restaurant table at him and know I should be a good girl. Should behave. But every fibre of me craves to crawl up, sweep away the candles, wine glasses and luxurious napkins, grab his tie and kiss him. I ache to straddle his lap, free his cock and ride myself to oblivion on his colossal prick, other customers be damned. It's a constant need inside. A throb that I wish would go away. But it consumes every...
This is a true story. My second wife and I got married in 1988, and we had not been married long when a girlfriend from her netball days turned up on our doorstep. Her name was Rachel, and she had just returned from her big OE in London. Having nowhere to stay, we put her up for a couple of weeks while she searched for a flat. Rachel was just your average-looking girl next door type, but she wasn’t plain and had a spectac...
