“Then you should probably fuck her,” she murmured into his ear, her voice thick with desire. “I bet she’s desperate for your cock.” She slid her fingers over my aching slit, gathering the slick evidence of just how ready I was. Then she brought them to Sean’s mouth, her eyes locked on his as she pressed her dripping fingers past his lips, letting him taste me. He groaned, sucking on her fingers, his gaze flicking back to...

“Closing out!” I yelled across the bar, vying to be heard over the percussion from the live band vibrating off the walls and the loud voices around me. As I waited for the bartender to run my card, I turned back to watch my wife, Ally, flirting with my friend and coworker, Ben. All night, she’d been leaning in close to talk into Ben’s ear, which I suppose was necessary in the noisy bar. But I noticed other things, too. Li...

I keep seeing you at the resort, wearing your tiny bikinis, putting your incredibly hot body on display. My eyes take in your dark blonde hair, your firm b-cup breasts, and your flat stomach. But your most amazing assets are your perfectly formed and proportionate ass and your long, toned legs. Your skin is bronzed from the sun, and your bikini is just two small, barely-there pieces of material. The first time I met you,...

This is the story of how I discovered that I am a Pain Slut. My name is Chloe, and I had been dating Chris for about six months since the beginning of our freshman year of college. He was a great guy, and we did all the typical things that young couples do - we went out on dates, hung out with friends, etc. I had sex with him after we had been dating for a few weeks, mainly because it was what was expected. He wasn't my f...

It had finally arrived, the wedding night. We had gotten a fancy hotel for the weekend to celebrate our nuptials. Little did I know, Anthony had packed some fun toys and outfits to play with on our honeymoon. From bondage to anal plugs, he had the weekend covered. Standing on the balcony, overlooking the Puget Sound, I was in awe by the sight and from all the events of the day. It brought tears to my eyes, realizing that...

This story is from a few years back. I had been in a sexless marriage for years and I’m addicted to sex, it is not the best combination! After some searching online I joined Seeking, an online platform that suited my needs, a way to find someone with the same interests as me without the affair element. I was chatting to a few prospects for a while, it’s hard to find someone! After a while I came across a stunningly beauti...

I’m flouncing around your living room in my gray oversized t-shirt and pink lace panties. I bend over to look at your records on the bottom shelf and feel my shirt slide up exposing my ass before I stand back up, smoothing my shirt back down. I smile at you as I walk to the couch to hand you my selection.  As we lock eyes you tell me, “I want you to take your shirt off, Beth.” My smile gradually spreads as I slowly lift m...

I walked up three steps outside the gloomy looking building into a hallway that was so, so typical of government owned properties, beige, tatty, threadbare cheap carpet, peeling paint and a noticeboard saying in directive terms what is not allowed. A glass screen opened beside me and a dowdy woman with blonde hair (greying roots) and ridiculous glasses with blue-tinted lenses peered myopically at me. “You, Tatton?” “No.”...

"Wanna watch me squirt off?” Amanda inquired. My previous toying with her pussy through her white cotton thong had not progressed far. She brushed me aside and decided to take matters into her own hands. Why wouldn't she? She's better at it. She’s in constant practice when home alone, judging by the state of the bed and strewn underwear. Her flushed face when I came back early from work told the story. I loved the idea of...

It was five minutes before nine o’clock, and with each passing second Scott’s excitement and nervousness grew. He may have looked calm and relaxed to anyone who looked at the married, fifty-six year old sitting in the hotel lounge, but his heart was pounding like a jackhammer.  He looked at his phone one last time before shutting it off for the night. He didn’t want any interruptions for what he had planned to do with --...

Victoria moves into the dark room, and is informed that her client is going to enter a short while later. She knows what she must do, and works through her usual routine, setting up her oils and ensuring that the temperature of the room is just right, and that her hands are the right temperature, and that she has a beaming smile on her face. Good customer requires plenty of subtle preparation, although one would not know...