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...

I wake up beside you, horny as always. I make you turn over and lie on your stomach. I straddle your back and pour some warm vanilla-scented oil on your back and lie my naked body on your back. My nipples get hard, feeling your skin on my skin. I massage your lower back up to your shoulder and rub your neck. You’re getting too hard to lie on your stomach anymore and turn over, while grabbing my face in your hands and kiss...