As I walk into the room, my heart races with anticipation. He is completely unaware of my presence, lost in his own world. The scene before me makes me gasp, a blend of shock and desire swirling within. His jeans are bunched around his ankles, his underwear partially lowered. He is furiously pleasuring himself, his swollen member almost ready to climax by the looks of it. I stand there, frozen in place, watching in silent...

The sun climbed higher into the pristine sky, its rays wrapping my shoulders in soothing warmth. Calm settled over me like a soft tide, lulling my thoughts as I pictured my favorite corner of the park. Cool grass beneath my feet, dappled shade filtering through the trees, birds weaving melodies into the air, and the river’s gentle murmur—each detail grounded me, even as a warm thrill sizzled beneath the surface. A playful...

We are both very busy with our family, jobs, and the usual things most people get sidetracked with, but we have always made time to have sex and pleasure each other when needed. Over the course of time, we have even spiced up things by communicating our solo time, or sexting each other when masturbation is needed. Although we still have a good sex life, as busy adults we both find times when our schedules vary, and one of...

Lying naked, I spread my legs. Not to be fucked—not yet. First, I submit to a weekly ritual, a sensual shave that makes me silky smooth, inside and out. As the steel blades remove all evidence of my being a redhead from my mound, my arousal creates soft, wet folds, aching to be entered, but not yet. Next, the teasing continues as his talented tongue sends me over the edge with its erotic assault on my hard little nub. Sti...

Jessica Hawthorne was a high-powered executive at a prestigious marketing firm in the city. Though only 32 years old, her keen intellect and tireless work ethic had propelled her up the ranks at a breakneck pace. From a young age, Jessica had been driven by an intense desire to prove herself, fueled by her father's constant criticism and lofty expectations. Growing up, she excelled academically, determined to earn the app...

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.

Linger on, your bright blue eyes, your Buddha smile, and new morning highs. Leave with me that sensual glance, the quiet miles, and the provocative Gypsy dance. Let us keep thoughts of intertwining lips, garbled whispers, and slip-sliding hips, remembering the joy, the louder laughter, the four o'clock reverie and the sunrise after. The horizon echoes with your prayers that rhyme, my mystic musings, and the finite floatin...

I can still feel the taste of your lips, the sweet memory of the last lingering kiss before I regretfully left the warm embrace of your arms. Visions of you lying naked on the rumpled bedsheets have haunted me all day, causing butterflies to flutter within me. Flushes of colour taint my cheeks as I remember our passionate tryst. Your breath caressing my neck, your hands tantalising my breasts, and your lips leaving trails...