"I'll be there in an hour. Be ready." My hands shake as I read this text message. If my husband knew I was in a hotel room getting ready to spend the weekend with Bryan, I couldn't imagine what he would do. We've been married less than six months, a marriage of convenience. My family believed Alexander was a suitable match. I stare at myself in the mirror. Following Bryan's instructions, I slip into a black dress, long wi...

I stood bare to the world in my hotel room. My perky nipples pointed toward the pristine bed, and the wall of windows that overlooked Nashville, TN. It was late, so the skyscrapers were checkered with various apartments and offices with their lights on. The electronic lock clicked, and I heard the door open behind me. Every instinct I possessed told me to turn around to see my stranger and to cover my trimmed pussy or rou...

Today, instead of going to dance practice, I go to a special hotel where you told me to go. You are waiting for me in a beautiful top-floor suite, sitting on the luxurious couch, wearing your businessman suit and sipping a drink. I put down my school backpack, and I am very aware of how I am dressed. I wear my school’s standard uniform for girls: a white blouse with a blue striped tie, a blue blazer emblazoned with my sch...

His footsteps echoed off the hallway floor. It was the warning I needed to get in position. He didn’t know it at the time, but there was a reason I wanted hardwood floors throughout the whole house. It was not just for aesthetics. Subs needed every advantage they could get, and sometimes, the sounds of their footfalls were all telling. I silently slipped off the bed, my bare feet padded lightly across the floor, and lower...

Charlie was queuing for a cup of coffee, and before him in the queue was a girl who he could not take his eyes off. She was about the same height as him, so 5'9", slim, with long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, and she was wearing a red vest top and shorts. She had such a good figure, including good-sized breasts which pushed out her very tight vest top, and he had a thing about girls with bare arms and bare legs, p...

Dear Sir, I want to be your good little slut. I want you to approach me with cool, calm authority, so that there is never any doubt I will do anything you say. I want you to run your finger softly and tenderly down my face across my lips just before you pull my head back by my hair as you push two fingers into my mouth, letting me know who is in charge. I want you to strip me naked and sneer at me then pinch my nipples as...

He raised my wrists and pressed them against the wall of our small train compartment with his strong left hand as our tongues met in a deep, passionate kiss. I closed my eyes with our tongues colliding, exchanging saliva, while Paul lingered with his right-hand over my generous 34-D breasts, gently massaging my nipples erect through my T-shirt and bra. My heart started to beat fast at the weird sensation, and I let out a...

Taylor nudged her shoulder to turn her around, now facing him. He paused, yet again, and looked her up and down. To her credit, she was perfectly positioned and showed no signs of her indiscretion. He furrowed his brow and looked expectantly at his kitten. She’s just rusty and if she’s anywhere as needy as me, well, it’s understandable. I’ll just give her a bit of a nudge, he reasoned. He glanced behind her into the hotel...