It had been two weeks since Sheriff Tom Carson had his affair with Sara, his son's girlfriend. She and his son had returned to college. He tried to block her from his mind. They agreed no contact was best. No social media, calls or texts allowed. Tom wanted to be a loyal husband again. He wanted to write this off as a one-time mistake. But something had changed within him. Lust tinged the way he viewed everything. He caug...

Jessica sat up on her beach towel, stretched, and flicked her long blond hair over her shoulder. The deserted beach might be pebbly, but the view was fantastic - wooded hills surrounded the azure Mediterranean waters of the bay, dropping steeply to the still water. Jessica smiled inwardly. She lost her virginity right here, a week ago, on this very beach. Jessica glanced at her best friend, Helen, who lay on her stomach,...

County Sheriff Tom Carson was excited for his weekend. His 22-year-old son Carl was bringing home his new girlfriend to meet him and his wife. This was his son's first serious relationship, and he was proud of his son. From everything Carl told him, Sara was a great girl: smart, accomplished, hard-working, and quite beautiful (based on some cheeky Instagram stalking). Carl had arrived the prior night and brimmed with exci...

In the quiet corner of the hospital, a young candy-striper named Lizzie pushed her cart down the corridor. She had been at the hospital for hours, her ponytail bobbing as she moved from room to room, bringing small comforts to patients who needed a friendly smile or a warm drink. As she turned the corner, she caught a glimpse of a man in his thirties, Mr. Harris, through the small window of his room. His eyes were closed,...

When Saturday evening finally arrived, Amanda bid farewell to her parents as they headed over to the Johnston's house and then stood in front of her closet once again, struggling to choose her outfit. She had no clue what Mr. Reynolds had planned, but his cryptic words about not wearing clothes for long echoed in her mind. After much deliberation, she settled on a simple sundress adorned with delicate flowers, not botheri...

The pointer spun around and around before finally coming to a stop on one of the black sections. A satisfied smile spread across Mr. Reynolds' face. "Looks like it's my choice this time," he said with a mischievous wink. "And since there is only one item left, aside from the mystery option," he added with a sly grin, "I will pick flogging." He arose from the sofa and went to the cherry cabinet, opened it, and carefully se...

Helen was naked when she threw open the shutters to her bedroom window. The sky was a burnished blue, without a single cloud. An enormous yacht, rigged for sail, lay at anchor on the far side of the bay. Her heart raced. She peered intently at the distant boat. It was, it was Peter's yacht. Giles is here! A sleek powerboat was moored at the tiny jetty outside the taverna below. Giles was already ashore. Helen hurriedly sh...

When Wednesday arrived, Amanda rummaged through her closet, agonizing over what to wear. Mr. Reynolds had said to dress "youthful," but what exactly did that mean? The idea of dressing how he wanted made her pussy tingle. After much deliberation, she settled on a pair of white cotton panties with little pink hearts on them, a matching bra, and a light pink Houndstooth ruffle dress she hadn’t worn in years and was surprise...

The pointer whirled around before coming to rest on one of the white sections. "Ah, how exciting," he said with a smile. "You get to choose what we do next. What would you like, my dear?" Amanda looked down shyly, her cheeks flushing pink as she quietly said, "I want to masturbate for you." Mr. Reynolds raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased by her choice. "My, my," he said with a smile. "How delightful. Please, make yourself...