By the time Natalie made it out the door to go retrieve her ring, she’d already fucked herself three more times with her massive dildo. She knew she should have left earlier, but using her new toy had an addictive quality to it. Every time she came with it inside her, she found herself wanting more, wanting to get off one more time. Between sessions, she would suck on it and lick its length up and down, lapping up her jui...

“Hey Nat, are you okay?” Natalie rolled over in bed to face David. There was a look of concern in his eyes as he lay in bed next to his wife. “Me? I’m totally fine,” Natalie lied. “It was just a long day, that’s all.” In reality, Natalie wasn’t fine. Ever since arriving home from the grocery store and her encounter with Mike, the woman’s mind had been spinning. She had barely been married a month, and here she was, cheati...

“Finally,” Natalie sighed in relief, taking a step back and admiring the wall. “That’s the last one.” The young woman looked all around the room, surveying her accomplishments. Beautiful enlarged photos from the wedding adorned every wall. Succulents were placed on display near the front window. The big ornate clock that she really never had a place for in her apartment hung proudly near the kitchen. For the first time si...

Sherry was enjoying a cup of hot coffee and reading the morning news on her phone when the sound of a truck’s gears grinding to a stop out front caught her attention. She set her coffee cup down and pulled the curtain back just enough to peek outside. A moving van had pulled up, blocking most of the curb in front of the house next door. Two men in matching shirts hopped out, stretching before heading around to unload. “Th...

Sherry knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She was married. She was straight. But she couldn’t bring herself to say no to Evelyn. There was just something about her. Her chocolate skin. Her dark eyes. She couldn’t resist doing anything Evelyn said. “Kiss me again,” Evelyn purred gently. Sherry’s lips met her neighbor’s once more, their tongues dancing as their naked bodies pressed together. She could taste herself on Evelyn...

The bell above the glass door jingled as Laura pulled it open, holding it for her daughter to step through. Kelly’s sneakers squeaked faintly on the polished wood floor, the air cool and faintly scented with something floral—maybe the vase of lilies on the front desk, maybe the perfume of the woman behind it. “Hi there,” the woman said, smiling in a way that was almost cinematic. She was tall and raven-haired, with captiv...

The following Sunday, Carissa was grinning ear to ear as the plane’s wheels touched down on the runway. This was so exciting! Her first work trip with her work husband. She could hardly wait to get the week started. The trip had come up at the last minute. On Friday afternoon Jeff called Joey and asked him if he’d be able to attend a business conference in Vegas the following week. Joey told him he would go if Carissa cou...

Somewhere buried in the deep recesses of the internet, tucked in a corner that was nearly impossible to find unless you were lucky enough to stumble upon it, a new site sprang into existence. The site itself wasn’t fancy, consisting mostly of white text on a black background. But while its layout was simple, the offer it made was extraordinary. One by one, visitors began trickling in, and for those who purchased one of it...

Bobby stepped into the kitchen, his eyes immediately drawn to his mother, Janet, who was bending over to get something from the cabinet. Her jeans hugged her ass perfectly, and he could see the curve of her generous breasts from behind. He felt a stir in his pants and walked over to her, his voice low and husky. "Mom, you got a minute?" he asked, his eyes never leaving her body. Janet stood up and turned to face him, a kn...

You wouldn’t think twice about Dan if you passed him in the Food Giant Supermarket parking lot. By every account, he was just a plain-looking man in his early forties, broad shoulders going soft around the edges, salt creeping into the stubble along his jaw. He was the friendly sort who would wave at everyone he passed, whether he knew them or not. Most folks in the little Mississippi town where he lived said Dan was soli...

Connie wasn’t a very superstitious person, but from the moment she opened her eyes that morning, it seemed as if Friday the thirteenth was desperately trying to live up to its reputation. Everything started when Connie’s alarm clock failed to go off. As her eyes fluttered open and she rolled out of bed groggily, she realized that she was supposed to wake up nearly half an hour earlier. She immediately jumped to her feet,...

January 15, 2025 Dear Journal, What an amazing day! Today was my brother’s birthday, and I was determined to make it extra special for him. I started the day off with a blowjob, making sure to be extra noisy so Dex would really get into it. After he unloaded all over my face and left for his classes, I spent a good part of the day watching our incest porn and trying to watch his hypnosis video yet again. No luck on that....

“Jess, what’s wrong?” Ann inquired. “It’s just... look, I don’t want to sound stupid, but that curse at the entrance to these ruins...” Ann stopped, and the women slipped off their backpacks. “Are you seriously hung up about that?” “It’s just a little… I don’t know, creepy,” she said as they both discarded their shirts. “It was nonsense,” Ann scolded, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside. “Condemned to eternal lust? Wh...

November 21, 2024 Dear Journal, It’s kind of weird to be back under Mom and Dad’s roof tonight. Making out with Dex before bed (and scattered throughout the day here and there) has really become part of my routine over the last week. I’m not sure how we’ll be able to keep that up over Thanksgiving break with all the prying eyes. If Mom and Dad caught us, I'm sure they’d freak out. Then we’d probably get some stupid lectur...

August 24, 2024 Dear Journal, Let’s start with introductions. You’re Journal Number Seven, or just Journal for short. You’re the seventh in a long line of journals that I’ve owned since I started writing down my daily adventures. I’m Mindy, the girl who will be logging entries onto your pages. Nice to meet you. Journal Number Six was a good and faithful servant and will be missed, but it’s time for a fresh start. Why is i...