It's been a long day at work and I've got to run into the grocery store to pick up something, before walking a few doors down to the restaurant for dinner. I'm dressed in my favorite pair of jeans that are comfy and make my ass look great. Some tennis shoes and a nice but not very sexy top complete my work outfit. As I'm driving, I'm thinking of all the stuff I need to get done. But I'm also slightly on edge and feeling s...

It arrived. Just the sight of it as I open the box has my pussy clenching. I'm not dominant, but you want this. It makes me so wet to think of doing this for you. To think of taking your ass.You're due back from the store soon. I hurry to get ready. ______________ I hear you enter the kitchen. I move to stand at the end of the bed and lift my right leg onto the bench.A slight breeze flows over my still damp skin. Freshly...

His. Mine.  Outside on the lounger. No moon. Clouds covering many of the stars. Sitting up in my lounger, so you can ease in behind me.Kissing your neck as I take my place behind you.Wiggling when you are in place.Groans softly in your ear as you wiggle. My hands on your thighs as I lay back against you.Tilting your head towards me kissing you deeply. Thoroughly.My arms stretching around your stomach anchoring you in plac...

Working on replacing the kitchen sink in the soon-to-be rental property. Stopping to have my lunch while I lush on my phone. Laughing, joking around for a bit. Food finished, feeling sleepy, and deciding to stretch out on the twin mattress we left behind. Laying down, my soft work pants riding low on my hips and my tank top riding up as I stretch out on the bare mattress on the floor. Kicking off my shoes and socks. Feet...

Sleeping in until almost noon on a Saturday. Waking up my first thought is of you. Turning towards your side of the bed, I remember that you planned on sneaking out early to go help Jake work on a deck project. Pulling my phone out from under my pillow to check my text messages.  Reading your, "Morning, baby," and smiling.  Texting you, "Good morning." Laying on my stomach, pillow clutched to me. Closing my eyes, drifting...

It's lunchtime, I know just where you will be. I've spent the morning picturing you and planning this. Moist with anticipation, I avoid touching to see just how wet I am. Instead, I clench my thighs, feeling the delicious ache, as I dress in my stretchy, tight black skirt and a purple tank top. Only my pair of black boots completes my outfit.   You've parked off a quiet country road, where I know you like to eat a peacefu...