Amy stared at Melissa. The huge grin on Melissa’s face was almost unbelievable as she watched her mistress leave the lounge. Her chin was coated with her mistress’ juices, some of which dripped onto her breasts. Amy decided to put things in order, having been so rudely deprived earlier. She yanked at the lead around Melissa’s neck causing her whole body to face Amy. She stood up, grasped what was left of the G&T in her gl...

Darren and Melissa always found it hard to refuse her mother’s Christmas Eve party. It was her way of thanking everyone that had helped the family throughout the year. It was also an excuse to keep her daughter at the house for the Christmas day meal with the rest of the family. At the very least they would have to show their faces and smile a lot, and at the most, make polite conversation with people much older than them...

That video you sent me is all wrong on so many levels. The slow erotic unwrapping of your nipples is mesmerising. The sudden gasp that leaves your mouth when the ribbon is removed, pulling your hardened nipples with it. The way they stand out. The first one waiting to have my lips clamped onto it as soon as it’s free. The desire in your voice is priceless. What's going through your mind as you unravel the ribbon? What are...

She lives only five miles away, though we met online; chats followed by emails. She doesn’t know who I am but I recognised her. I’m now shaking having just climaxed over the recent video I received of her getting fucked in the back of some stranger’s car. It was so horny, so erotic. Her moaning got me hard; her blabbering when he entered her was accompanied by me losing my trousers. I was pumping it hard when her orgasmic...

Melissa found herself on her own, at home, on a Saturday afternoon. It was one of those days where Isabel left her to herself. In the morning, she busied herself with all the chores that had to be done before contemplating a walk in the park. It was a beautiful day, she thought, as she looked through the window onto the golden autumn colours of the trees beyond. Isabel was out with friends, that’s all Melissa was told. Pr...

Melissa crept up on Jenny, her bag packed and resting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes filled with tears. Cautious arms wrapped around Jenny's waist and pulled her to the bed. Those three words clung to Melissa’s lips like her life depended on it but they wouldn't fall. Couldn’t fall. Their disguised meaning: a lock of hair tucked behind Jenny’s ear, tender kisses, sensual touches, all were no substitute. Jenny swung her...

“Yes miss, I will make sure,” said Melissa. She put the phone down and went about her tasks for the day. At six o’clock precisely Melissa was preparing Isabel’s clothes that she would wear that evening. The dress was neatly laid out on the bed as were the selective undergarments and the shoes neatly arranged at the bottom of the bed. Melissa entered the shower room, allowing the water to run hot. It was a luxurious walk-i...

“My name is Melissa and I am Isabel’s slave,” Melissa’s words sounded like an introduction at a Fetish Anonymous group meeting but they were directed towards Amy, Isabel’s friend. It was a fleeting meeting that lasted all of a few minutes and concluded with a kiss on the cheek for Isabel and nothing for Melissa. In fact, the way she was ignored dented her confidence a little. Melissa hadn’t started out being a slave, but...

It only took a smile to grab his attention, and once I had that I turned away from him. I knew he would react. His introduction was intriguing but I took my time in answering him. I knew that what was on display would torment his eyes. I stood up, he gasped when my hand rested on his crotch for balance. I bit my lip and winked. You can’t even begin to imagine the thrill that ran down my mature goose-bumped body when I wal...

Dictionary definitions are subjective – don’t you think? I pondered over a picture of the two of us fucking and shared it with her. Between us, we discovered new definitions. Wrongness 1: Thighs spread wide, heels clasped tightly together, digging at the small of his back; pounding thrusts causing a wet patch to die for. Wrongness 2: Bottom pressed firmly into the sheets, hands and arms fixed, eyes rolling; that rocking m...

Melissa Hammond loved late-night buses. They were her sexual weakness if you can call it that, with few passengers all desperate to get home from a night of revelry, she drank in the aroma of exhaled alcohol. It was such a different experience for her because Melissa never drank alcohol, yet on the night in question, and there was no mistaking that fact, she was as high as a kite. Her adrenalin-fuelled excitement started...

The musty church smell lingered, competing with the sweet smell seeping into his nostrils from her bent over bottom at the altar. Every stroke dragged out more juice that quickly evaporated from their hot, frantic coupling. “How many times in here?” She shook her head. Moaning, she pushed back to engulf his needy cock. “If I told you, I’d run out of enticing confessions and you’d lose interest in me.” She spat the words o...

Pam walked into the room, a glass of wine in her hand and sat on the sofa to my left. “Let me know when it’s stiff?” She said, taking a sip of red. I hadn’t realised I was doing it, but my hand was down my loose pants playing with my cock as I watched the television. My gaze diverted enough for me to smile at her. Over the years she had become used to me playing with myself in her presence. My cock was quite flaccid until...

The things she does, sometimes unknowingly, make me seethe with anger. My petulance gets the better of me, but her ability to work me up into a testy, touchy, and snarky bitch is beyond belief. She’s been home all day and nothing has been done. As I look around the room my brain adds up all the negatives. The dishes left on the countertop even when the dishwasher is empty, not a sliced vegetable in sight for the evening m...