She walked into the room with a sensual grace, her curved hips swaying. All feminine. Wasn’t in a rush. Her tits sat high on her chest, their fullness complementary to her hips. Her hands freed her hair from its ponytail. She shook it out, continuing to mess with the long locks when he strode into the room. He quickly reached her, took hold of her arm, and leaned in. She jerked her head to the side. He tried again. This t...

“Color within the lines.” What a message from my life. Yeah, conformity was safe. And look where it got me. I decided feeling nothing at all was worse than any pain taking risks might bring me. That night at the street market, I passed the stilted ladies with skirts lit by lights, ignored the wild-haired clowns juggling balls for kids, and went straight to him. I had to wiggle my way to the front of the circling crowd for...

The woman didn’t hear the banshee’s cries creeping into their home even though his touches grew colder. But sometimes the heart is deaf. Now she sat alone, sobbing. The candle’s flame extinguished beside their broken marriage bed. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his wife, but the banshee wailed of lust, and promised fresh pussy to taste. Her voice sparked a restless bone, and his cock fattened. Her cum was oh so sweet on hi...