Chanel Chance Tendre. Like any good scent, it personalizes on a woman. On her, luck is more dangerous than tender. I can’t expect my fumbling husband to have enough sense to change the sheets. I expected more from her. She’s softly sharp, radiating experience. She is sex-confident. …not me… I’ve known for months. I don’t want to join. I don’t want him to “fuck me the way he fucks her.” My mini-cam recording opens. I sit,...

I pressed the alarm button off. It's 5:30 in the afternoon, and my day has just started. On my side of the planet, everyone's already ending their workday and going home, but I am just stretching, doing my breathing exercises, and dragging myself out of bed. It is another scary day. Frustrated with how AI is dominating my career, I have been at a crossroads. I've been asking myself: Do I get to continue teaching online an...

I regularly had my neighbor Ann come over. I knew she needed to be spanked regularly in order to stay in line. To thank me for all my hard work after every spanking before she left, she gave me one of her incredible blowjobs! The woman had a gift, and she loved using it to satisfy me. I had ordered many different implements and tested them out on her humongous bum. I made her deliver me the cane to use on her big old back...

I sat at the hotel bar, sipping my rum and Coke nervously as I waited. This was the first time I'd ever done this kind of thing, and I needed all the liquid courage I could get. I looked down at the note on my phone to review the description of my...well, "date" wasn't really the right word for it. It's not like I needed to, anyway, I'd already had it memorized. Still, my nerves had me checking and rechecking and checking...

Aidan's favorite time of year had rolled around again. The New Orleans Jazz Fest was in full swing, and some less-than-ideal weather had done little to dampen the festivities. On this night, Aidan was in a chill kind of mood, so he had chosen to forgo the more raucous areas of town and was instead enjoying some live music from a jazz trio in a small bar on Bourbon Street. To be honest, the trio wasn't much better than ave...

I clamped my hand over my mouth the moment the words were out. I couldn’t quite believe what I’d just said. I wasn’t thinking, and it had just kinda blurted out. “The only way you can beat me now is with a hole in one, girl. That’ll never happen in a million years.” I had said stupidly. “Oh really? Wanna bet, Miss Smarty Pants?” Vanessa had rocked onto one hip, with her driver hiked over her shoulder. “Anything you want.”...

Chanel Chance Tendre. Like any good scent, it personalizes on a woman. On her, luck is more dangerous than tender. I can’t expect my fumbling husband to have enough sense to change the sheets. I expected more from her. She’s softly sharp, radiating experience. She is sex-confident. …not me… I’ve known for months. I don’t want to join. I don’t want him to “fuck me the way he fucks her.” My mini-cam recording opens. I sit,...