When I write or speak of a sexual idea or experience, I feel a heavy anticipation in my chest and upper gut, along with a sense of angst that I would feel even if you were right here. The only resolution lies with you; I am powerless. My cock would be engorged, my balls tight and aching for release, my hips desperate to thrust, and all of me would be looking to you for your enthusiastic consent. I imagine a frantic rush t...

He doesn’t spank to hurt me, but to show me he is the one in control. The heat from where his hand marks my ass lights a fire within me. I wiggle my bottom, silently begging for more. “You are a hungry slut, aren’t you?” he asks. I have never been called a slut before, but I realize I crave to be his. He gives me what I need and continues to spank my ass, hard enough to leave it stinging, which only lasts a few seconds. H...

I am forty-five years old, a bit overweight with heavy breasts and a curvy butt. I don’t have any friends to share secrets with—nobody who really knows me. On the outside, I’m a "Miss Goody Two-Shoes," but on the inside, I need to be someone else. I am always the one in control at work and at home. I’m tired of being in control; tonight, I want to be controlled. I am on the prowl, and I know just the place to begin my hun...