LOLA She's the best yet. Lola, or LOLAdoll7v3, to give her a proper title, is my running partner, but with a big difference. A programmable A.I., she also doubles as my sex toy. I have great relationships with real people, and I've been married for almost two years. But Jade doesn't like some of the things that I like the most, including running and, well, a particular, some think, a peculiar aspect of my sex life. Let me...

Middle age wasn't going very well for me. I'm already in my mid-fifties, my career stalled ten tears ago, hubby disappeared two years ago, and I know that, had I let myself, I'd have become one of those people who only venture forth to work, shop and nothing else. I'm a shop manager and meeting people every day is exhausting. I like them. Work them. Take their hard-earned cash from them and find it quite fulfilling...then...

I let out an enormous yawn and stretched my arms high into the air. Azrael briefly looked up from his book, frowning at my sudden movement, but then returned to his reading. I paid no attention to him as I rubbed my face in frustration with my elbows leaning on the desk. "I can't do it anymore. I'll deal with it tomorrow!" I sighed, got up from my chair, and walked to the fridge. Azrael looked so comfy, nestled into a cor...

Feeling the sex outside of me, Licking her splitting precipice. My greatest strength is receiving The gift of my greatest weakness. Eating the fruit of life, Drinking her living elixir. Turning between the two, Sensing the love and pleasure. Blowing the mind of man, Sucking his royal scepter. Tasting the sex inside of me, Swallowing his arising length. My greatest weakness is giving The gift of my greatest strength.

So it all began when I decided to take a trip to the local market to buy some fresh produce and vegetables for the week. The weather was so warm and beautiful outside so I was really looking forward to a day of shopping and enjoying the lovely sun. As I entered the grocery store I immediately noticed a beautiful woman. She was a caucasian woman with long dark brown hair. She wore a beautiful long floral dress that danced...

In the dark room, where shadows dance I feel the heat of your intense glance You are my Daddy, my guiding light In this moment, everything feels right Your firm hand caresses my skin Bringing a rush of desire within With each touch, I feel the spark As we embark on this journey in the dark Your touch is like fire, hot and inviting A sensation so thrilling, so exciting I crave the sting of your hand As it lands on my skin,...

I’m the arcade prize when you’ve slipped your last coin in to play. I’m the thirsty feeling in your body fading away when you guzzle down something wet, warm, and perfect. I’m that gasp of certainty as you feel your mind tip over, knowing you’re about to cum your load over some pretty smiling face. You know me, but you don’t. You want me, but you’ve had me. You crave me with a need you can’t name, but you feel it as basic...

Malignant murmurs quiver in my eardrum, her hand squeezing tight about my throat. "Trick or treat, pumpkin?" Unintelligible sounds wheeze from my gag stretched lips to dribble incoherent down my saliva-soaked chin before splashing on sweat-sheened, heaving breasts. "Treat?" Vibrations ravage my cunt. Merciless, insistent, demanding as stretched and restrained I twirl atop the wand's relentless caress. Soup-minded as orgas...

Inch by inch, his rigid manhood disappeared into her mouth. She eased back, then took him deeper. Guiding his hands to her red locks, she encouraged him to push her head down until her nose touched his belly. She slid her tongue down, licking his balls while she devoured him. Thrust after thrust had him ready to burst as he enjoyed this decadent oral pleasure. When he could hold back no longer, he cried out, “Oh, fuck, ye...

You stand before me, exquisite in stockings and heels. Rubbing your breasts, pinching your nipples, becoming aroused. "Please," you beg. I'm unsure. Spanking you. It's new. There is desperation and intensity in your eyes. You turn, hooking your chained hands over the wall hooks. I pick up the wooden paddle, getting used to its weight. I stand behind you. You tense in expectation. Crack! The paddle slaps across your buttoc...