Every once in a while, Fate deals you an ace instead of a deuce. I was fortunate to receive such a present – gift-wrapped – before Victor tasked me with gathering information on Aleksandr “Sandr” Smirnov, and luring him to a jurisdiction where we could de...
I lock eyes with my babysitter, Mrs. Jones, who is kneeling naked between my volleyball coach's legs, her hand firmly gripping his shaft and her mischievous smile aimed directly at me. My tongue darts out, moistening my lips, as I imagine the coach's cock...
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 da...
The following morning was another casual cereal, juice, and coffee breakfast. Stephanie and Ana appeared in long baggy sleepy tee shirts and somehow I avoided staring at their boobs and nipples bobbing free inside, moving as they walked and laughed. I won...
It had only been 5 days since I saw my lover, but I was hot and dripping! That morning I woke pussy flexing, cunt juice dripping down over my rosebud. Regrettably, I didn't recall the dream, but I was living it in my sleep. I rolled to the side to stop th...
Clever fingers skim across her creamy skin, over curves and valleys, until they find the prize they seek. Deftly parting her silky pink folds, wet with desire, he dips inside to find treasures untold. Her eyes flutter as he ventures further, discovering t...
The memory of the other night with Summer was imprinted in my mind, every detail replaying like a movie. I could still see her flawless body moving on my couch, fingers deep inside her as I watched, the lust in her eyes driving me wild. As I lounged in th...
Dressed in only a sheer pink babydoll that barely covers my buttcheeks with no panties underneath, I walk barefoot downstairs and into the kitchen, where my babysitter, Mrs. Jones, is slicing up fruit for breakfast. Her hips sway in a seductive rhythm as...
Chapter One McKinley Stewart stood by the open French doors in his office and enjoyed the fragrant aroma of the flowering dogwood trees his gardener, Javier, had planted in the three-story atrium eight years earlier. The scent reminded him of the day when...
CHAPTER NINE. Lady Jane returns. I have been discussing the psychology of sex with a young French colleague, Jean-Martin Charcot, who is trying to develop the use of hypnosis as a medical treatment. It is way beyond my capabilities, and he is developing a...
As I stepped into my apartment after work, the echoes of the day's events banged around in my mind. Summer's playful banter and actions all morning, and the lunchtime encounter that left me both bewildered and exhilarated—it all swirled in my head like a...
“Starting without me?” His voice was soft and teasing as he watched from the doorway of our bedroom as my hand slid into my panties to stroke my clit a few times. I closed my eyes for a minute, biting my lip as I looked at him with lust-filled eyes. “Well...
A restless night leaves me achy and tired. You suggest a nap while you finish your work, hoping I’ll awaken refreshed. Lying in bed, unable to tune out your voice's resonance, my body craves you more than sleep. Your phone pings. Busy? No, should I come u...
“What part of ‘I want to speak to your manager’ do you not understand?” The waitress, who was already shrunk and folded into herself like a frightened turtle, took a step back. Her eyes were down at her fingers, nervously kneading another. “Y-yes, ma’am....
