It turns out Santa uses that naughty list for more than just delivering coal; he uses the names of those naughty girls to get a little side action while he’s away from Mrs. Claus. Over in Australia, the first name on his list was Isabella. She had shoulder-length, curly brown hair, very pale skin, and a great little ass. Isabella was what some might call a "butt slut," as her love for anal sex topped all of her other sexu...

When I was nineteen, I was hired for a bachelor party. They were a little nervous about hiring me, so it was really left open-ended as to what they wanted from me. For sure, they wanted me to do a little strip and then a show on a Sybian. If the guys wanted some extras afterward, we could work out the details then. I got to the house a little early and rang the doorbell. One of the guys invited me in and the door closed b...

For Advent, I wanted to do something fun and sexy for my husband. The first few days, as he was getting ready to leave, I would walk up to him and, as usual, kiss him and wish him a good day. This time, I walked up to him, kissed him, told him I loved him, and then slid my panties down from under my T-shirt and tucked them into his pants pocket. "Just a reminder of what you will be getting into when you get home tonight,"...

The spring after my senior year, I took a week-long solo trip, just to get away and have some fun on my own. The plan was a mix of a little debauchery and a little work along the way. My first stop was Wichita, Kansas. After checking into my hotel, I went out to eat. There was a place called Twin Peaks just a few blocks away, so I headed over. It was my first time at one of those places—lots of hot girls working there, no...

The biting chill of the early morning air, typical of late autumn, immediately made the warmth of my bed irresistible. I slid back under the heavy duvet, having just completed the 2 AM pumping session—a non-negotiable ritual of motherhood that left me feeling wrung out, and functionally done for the night. I nestled the pillows into a comfortable mound around my neck, savoring the immediate return to deep, cozy relaxation...

I had always known that life after giving birth would bring changes, but nothing prepared me for how intensely my body would demand attention—and pleasure. Standing in front of the mirror, I traced my new curves, feeling the weight of my hips, thighs, and my round, full ass stretching my favorite jeans. But it was my breasts that truly held me captive. Once a modest 34C, they had exploded to 36F—swollen, heavy, veiny, and...

His name was Mark, and he sat on the edge of the plush armchair, eyes fixed on me. My fingers, still a little swollen from pregnancy, adjusted the flange against my engorged boobs. It was a familiar ritual now, one that had transformed my body and, in unexpected ways, my life. "Ready for the show?" I asked, a playful lilt in my voice. My blue eyes met his, a challenge, a promise. He swallowed, his throat bobbing. "Always....

When the baby was finally down for the night, I slipped into the bathroom and got myself ready. A little touch of makeup, some gloss, brushed my hair until it shined. I wanted to look like a slut for him, not just his wife, but his dirty whore to use however he wanted. I walked out, bare feet on the carpet, found him in the living room, and slipped my fingers into his hand. “Come on,” I whispered, tugging him gently. He f...

I heard the garage door rumble shut and felt my pulse quicken. He was home. I’d been waiting at the front door, kneeling on the entry rug with nothing but a loose tank top on, nipples brushing fabric, pussy bare underneath. The lock clicked, the door swung open, and there he was—tired, still in his work clothes, shoulders sagging. He stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and froze when his eyes found me already on my...

A cool December afternoon, I drove over to his place. He was taking me on my first coyote hunt. He’d been contacted by some horse owners who were nervous about coyotes running through their stables. They worried it could turn ugly for their animals. He’d told me it would be a good chance for me to learn, and I wasn’t about to pass it up. We loaded my gear into his pickup and drove out to the property. The stable sat pract...

Friday morning, I loaded my stuff for the weekend and said goodbye to my dad. I was supposed to be spending the weekend at my mom’s, but I’d already told her that something had come up. I had other plans—plans that had me so excited I could hardly keep still. The drive to school felt endless. I sat through my classes trying to take notes, but my head wasn’t in it. My stomach fluttered, and I kept glancing at the clock. At...

Katie had always seemed like the sort of girl who’d smile politely at a dirty joke and then blush if anyone looked at her too long. At twenty-two, she was the picture of wholesome reliability — blonde hair that caught the sun, clear blue eyes that made older women at church comment how “fresh” she looked, and a retail job at a sporting goods store where the most scandalous thing she ever did was sell a high school kid a f...

When I turned eighteen, I wanted something that would light a fire under me—a thrill so raw it’d make my heart slam against my ribs. I wasn’t about to sit around waiting for life to hand me excitement. So, I grabbed my phone and called this club ninety miles away, a place I’d heard whispered about for wild nights and even wilder dancers. The manager’s voice came through like velvet wrapped in steel. She asked about my exp...

There was a time when I was flat-out broke. My little part-time job wasn’t even covering the basics—I needed new tires just to make it through winter, some decent clothes, and a few other things my parents definitely weren’t going to pay for. A friend of mine had been on a sugar-dating website and was doing really well. One night I was sitting at home, watching the snow pile up, thinking, “Is this something I want to try?...

Darrell had only been in town for a day, a work trip that dumped him in a mid-sized city with no one he knew and nothing to do but kill time in a hotel room. But on that Friday night, the hotel bar buzzed with just enough life to draw him out. He wore jeans, a black button-up, and the easy smile of a man looking for a good time. He drank a few beers, casually watching the room until she walked in. Tall. Elegant. Long blac...