Holly enthusiastically flung open the door of her tiny downtown loft. “Thank God you’re here! The young woman exclaimed. “Please, come in!” “No worries, it was the least I could do,” Clark responded, smiling warmly at his wife’s little sister as he stepped into her minuscule apartment. “It’s your first place on your own. We’ve all been there. As soon as Ellen told me that you hadn’t even unpacked your Christmas decoration...

Sheer endless seemed her legs when crawling
 catlike across his body slow Her silken stockings brushing naked and desperate skin in wanton glow. Her teasing merciless and without hasting feet, hands are bound, his mouth is mute cock hard to burst, sweat on his forehead one answer is their sole dispute. Her velvet nether lips so moistly, close to his panty-muted mouth, despaired to taste, and feel and screw her, with all h...

A morning sometime in Early August Cyndi sat at the dresser putting on her makeup; a lot more makeup than she used to apply but she had watched the other girls carefully and had learned what to do and what to expect. A large flat screen television was playing porn movies above the large, round bed. The screen flickered badly and there was a strange white noise behind the grunts and moans but Cyndi was now so used to the s...

It was Saturday afternoon; the day my Plan was to take place and I was nervous.My husband Pete was playing golf – reluctantly for the first time in his life - with instructions not to come home until five o’clock at the earliest. I was emptying the bath having prepared myself with the same degree of care with which I had just prepared the bedroom.

“Well?” asked Lou as I joined her in the far corner table of an anonymous branch of a national coffee house chain. “What’s the latest on your young admirer?”It was two days since my gorgeous teenage stepson Richie had groped and fondled me in our kitchen after the two of us had been for a run - the ‘kitchen incident’ as I now thought of it. Richie and I hadn’t said a word to each other about what had happened and seemed t...

“And your answer would be, Miss Mackay?” Professor Hawthorne’s voice brought Gaby to her senses with a jolt. “Wh... what?” “Young lady, there are only four of us in this tutorial. Is it really too much to expect you to remain awake and paying attention? Are the rest of us really so uninteresting?” Shit! Had she really dozed off only four feet away from her Tutor; the man whose final assessment would determine the quality...

Victoria Jenkins stood nervously in the hallway outside the door of the study, unconsciously tracing arabesques on the carpet with the tip of her right shoe. Above her head a large, white-faced clock relentlessly ticked away the few minutes remaining before her latest uncomfortable appointment. It was not an unfamiliar situation for her. Pacing up and down the hallway as silently as she could, painful memories flashed thr...

It was six months since the extraordinary evening described in ‘Journey into Cuckoldry’ happened, in which my lovely wife Alice and I had been seduced by our friends Steve and Carmen in our own MPV as we drove home from a late night concert. Well, to be precise, Carmen had given me a lingering hand job in the front seat while I tried to drive, finger her pussy and watch the action in the back seat in the rear-view mirror,...