A sensual kiss on the nape of my neck, a gentle skimming of fingertips along my shoulder and the swell of my cleavage, and a playful nibble of my earlobe all stimulate feelings of desire. A firm cupping of my breast, a terse twist of my nipple, and the dance of greedy fingers along my bare mound take that arousal up several notches. A frenzied thumb on my hard nub, a forceful spank on my backside curves, and the demanding...

After a lovely day of celebrating, the redheaded birthday girl was summoned to the bedroom. “Undress,” he commanded. “Present your ass to me.” She obeyed eagerly, desire coursing through her veins. Giddy with arousal, she positioned herself on the bed in a Balasana Yoga pose, pleasing her master. He started with the paddle, (Spank!) continued with the crop, (Spank!) and finished with his strong hand. (Spank!) When the rit...

Greedy fingers teased the slick opening of her soft, inviting pussy. Entering her slowly, he watched her eyes flutter with each thrust. He massaged her tender nub, moving in and out with a deliberate rhythm. She arched her body, hips moving at the same seductive tempo. “I love watching you while I take you like this, seeing the pleasure on your face, feeling the desire as your body moves with mine.” She panted and moaned,...

“Spread your legs for me.” She did as he commanded, giving him access to what he craved. He reached down to run his fingers along the pink folds, already wet with desire. He smiled, reveling in his power to arouse her. His thumb found her hard little nub and rubbed tiny circles around it while he nibbled on her neck and ears. Her impassioned moans echoed as he slowly thrust deep inside her. The sensation of her soft wetne...

1921 He lay, manhood bared, as she stripped naked among the poppies. Sweetly lascivious, she stroked his hardness, and kissed the ragged, scar on his belly. In this field, his blood, and that of countless dying young men had reddened the ravaged earth. In the military hospital he made his promise. And here, now, where poppies apologised for tragedy, his dear wife straddled him, and nestled down on his hardness, ecstatic a...

She squirms as his tongue slurps through her pinkness. Climax too close, she pulls his head, gasping, “In me.” Rising over her, “Your creaminess was delicious.” “Better than my crème broulee?” “As good as." “Skewer me now. Like those kebabs earlier.” Soon his beloved hardness thrusts, rhythmic as ever, into her wetness. Just one doubt threatens her ecstasy this perfect evening. But then her orgasm sweeps over her, quashin...

Far into the deepening darkness of night  I lie alone in my rumpled bed Sheets awry as though victims of torment. My thoughts alert, in recalling her Smooth skin against mine, gently, Sometimes wildly, frantically heaving, In all our poses, legs parted Accepting ardent caresses Of fingers, lips and tongue She, giving willing Access to my hardness Me, keenly accepting that gift To glide upwards, ever upwards Into her welco...

Kitty Silbeau had a strange feeling as she stepped out of the shower that morning. There was a heat low in her body which was usually reserved for other times, but there was also a distinct feeling that the day was going to be different in a good way. But there wasn’t much that could be better than what she had at this time, was there? Nothing that didn’t go beyond her wildest dreams, anyway  As she left the car park of t...

She likes being in control, the type where she controls the speed, the depth and her own pleasure - when it arrives and how long it lasts. Lately, though, she liked being in control over his pleasure... especially if he gets the release he so craves after she built it in him. From time to time she's even had her way with him, subtly promising with her body language an eventual orgasm, but deliberately failing to deliver o...

I want to fuck you like a slut— take you from behind, thrusting like a wild man. I want to make you mine. I want to pull your hair, spank you ‘til you scream, make you beg for more and more thrusting ‘til you cream. I want to hear you sobbing then wipe away each tear and hold you in my arms and say, “I love you, dear.”

Getting back from dinner we hit the door locked in a kiss. Eyes glued to each other as we trade places with our tongues. The taste of wine still on our lips only fuels the passion. Carelessly tearing the clothes from our bodies, and leaving a trail to the bedroom as we get ready for some hard core sex. No foreplay tonight. No, loving, and tenderness this evening.   My cock is already hard before I bend you over the end of...