The sound of the locks sealing off any escape. The feel of the crop on my skin, The heat of his body against mine, The dry grip of his hands Caressing, Squeezing, Spreading me open. Mouth Teeth Tongue Hands. Straps Crop Flog Whip. I am his attention now, The sole focus. He’s reading me, Monitoring my responses In - out goes my breath. Zipper going down, I writhe in my bindings As they hold me in place. His Thrusts, My Gas...

The grease from the car and the rude, unflattering, fluorescent lights of the garage completely painted Hazel in a very unflattering light, in her dingy gray tank, with a plaid thong peeking out of the tops of low-cut jeans that were all tattered at her bare feet that stood on the concrete ground of the garage as she stood clinking along under the hood of the car. Her long braids were loosely tied back with a yellow banda...

In the heat of the moment, bodies tangled together, a rhythm of desire, pulse quickening, the exploration of ecstasy. Her big booty calling out to be touched, fingers slipping over smooth skin, the urge to grip and squeeze, lingering in the sweet sensation. Hard and urgent, a primal need taking hold, writhing and moving as one, lost in the raw power of lust. Spanking fun, a playful touch, the sharp sting igniting flames,...

I stood underneath the sky as I shielded my eyes. Sunlight reflected off my face. Uncertainty became a part of my life, making me gaze through the mist. A gentle breeze blew, brushing against my chestnut skin. I realized it was still early in the morning. My eyes fell upon a bench, and I settled down. A Train of thoughts running through my mind, everything seemed still. As time passed by, you could see pedestrians walking...

Your fingertips glide across my skin Your erotic whispers resonate through my soul Your eyes penetrate my most intimate thoughts Your lips brush against mine, sultry and sweet My spine shivers at your delicious touch My stomach flutters as you tease my bare mound My soft wet folds offer a sweet invitation Your thickness opens me slowly Your hardness fills me completely Your thrusting brings pleasures abound Making love wi...

He's close to orgasm, and I'm happy to help him along the way. He's given me one, a great one that made my whole body convulse. He's on his back, excited but vulnerable. I stoop and plant a few kisses on his glans. Then, I bend and wrap his penis with my mouth. He purrs appreciatively. I employ my lips, my tongue, and the back of my throat. After five minutes, he moans, and then...fluid fills my mouth as if a dentist has...

They showered together as usual. Jake was getting used to the intimacy. This was the third morning on the trot that he had showered with her. The female body never ceased to amaze him. Each time was a revelation for him. A new facet, a new angle, a new focus to arouse him. He liked to take the sponge from her and help wash her body. The first morning he had done it, she had been surprised by it. Perhaps, it was something...

I am sixty-eight years old. It is my second wedding night. I have not made love for decades. I lie on my back, naked. Trembling with anticipation. I watch my second husband undress. I saw him undress fifty years ago. He was my first, and now he will be my last. To my eyes, he is not the stiff, balding old man who climbs into bed with me. He's still the young charmer with the brilliantined hair. I hope I am still eighteen...

It was Jake who woke first that Monday morning. He lay for a while beside the sleeping Kirsty. Her breathing was shallow; it had been a hard night for her, in more ways than one. Before they dropped off to sleep, he had given Kirsty her first experience of anal sex. She had lain on the pillow face down, and Jake had taken out the tube of KY Jelly from his drawer. She had no idea what was coming until he started lubricatin...