The pitstop has a country dustbowl ascetic as I pull over, my needle as red as my bank balance. Skirt hiked, buttons untethered, nipples evident atop my swelling bosom; all offered as negotiation beneath my inviting smile. With my best "lost little girl" voice I enquire about "what arrangement might be made" as my finger twirls playful amongst trimmed and coiffed auburn strands. He offers to deposit 10 litres in my tank i...

Paper pile, all red and final, urges me to call this number now. She's breathy. I'm breathier. "Credit extension?" I beg in my best whimper. "You'll have to wear more clothes," she unflinchingly retorts. "I'm sure you'd prefer me in less," I flirt hopelessly and hopefully by reply. "Less than what?" she enquires. "Pearl's," I moan. "A pearl thong. Pulled tight. Parting my petal lips. Slick with my essence. Smooth beneath...

His fingers tease expertly at my neck's nape. Fixing me in position, urging me onwards as, head in his lap, I suckle hungrily on the expanding popsicle nestling in my mouth. My tongue swirls about his thick-veined muscle; foreskin withdrawn, smooth dome pressing insistently. I gurgle and splutter; dribble flecks decorating my wide pulled lips. His fingers tighten their controlling grip, guiding my bobbing head for his del...

"Money is an artificial construct," she said her Coutts Card carrying, diamond sparkling, fingers dancing their way up the inside of my naked and exposed thighs. "It separates the haves from the have-nots. Keeps the rich rich and leaves the poor to sell the only thing they truly own; their bodies." "Slaves to the capitalist system. Proferred as playthings. Your oozing desperation impaled, ravaged and pillaged for their be...

"I'm getting wood," he announces. My eyes flick south. Tongue traverses in a half moon caress across my bottom lip as my fingers flutter amongst fabric confines to release his nascent bulge. The weight of his swollen shaft presses against my mount of venus as my cuticles wriggle their way to cup his engorged, pulsing plums. Hair tickles beneath my touch, the sweated heat of confinement coating my skin, lust and need and w...

'Ready for Rasha' screams the social media hype. I am ready; splayed like a sacrificial virgin in my boudoir, thighs flung wide, buttocks clenched and raised as my insistent fingers massage my obsequious clit and my cunt weeps tears of liquid rapture. I'm ready Rasha. Ready for your floppy, mop-top to trail across my stomach as you tease my soaking snatch with your Etonian diction; untruths fluttering against my feverish...

Trolley pushing with Stella; squeaking wheels and crash, bang, wallops; her urchin brood running riot. No cash and very little credit. It's a buy one, secrete one operation, with the offspring-from-hell as diversionary tactics. Hubby is hung like a horse and not shy about stuffing her fuck-holes with man-meat and sperm cream. After four kids, she's well stretched out. Buy one, secrete one. Buy one, secrete one. She's got...

"Why?" His scowl expressive in its anger and frustration, as he gesticulates at the newly acquired 'Lelo Luxury Smart Wand Large Rechargeable Vibrator' that is tentatively exploring the smooth, swollen, flesh of my vulva. "I'm economising," I counter, as my puffy petals bloom beneath its touch revealing the slippery pink channel of my desire. "It's rechargeable, and..." Fluid vibrations flutter through my aroused nub shoo...