She deserves a treat after the torment I put her body through last night. She was so, so good. Needy and obedient. The bedroom is now silent, save for her rhythmic breathing and the birdsong filtering through the open window. The syncopation between the two sounds creates a natural beat and I let it play out, before slithering under the covers and starting to map her sleeping form. About halfway down her spine, fuschia tr...

They're always so eager to please. Unappreciated at home, my camera offers freedom. Desirability. Purpose. In matching pumpkin underwear, this one's fully embraced the season. Stunning. "Ease down the straps…" Click-whirr. "Perfect. Cup them." Click-whirr. "Touch yourself… "More." The sheets rustle, wavy locks swishing, hand digging into desire-stained underwear, losing herself. I approach. Watch. Her climax crests. She g...

After hooking the delicate lace panty mask around my ears, I breathe and blink in the darkness, breeze tappin' the blind against the wooden frame. Her room's a comfort, in a way. Familiar. It must have been my room as a baby. Just a feeling I have; faint memories of Momma holding me in here. Rocking me to sleep. The door’s always shut unless we have company staying over, and this company’s mighty pretty. Annabelle’s her n...

From across my desk, I survey Dave with an arched eyebrow, my pen poised above his manuscript. His earthy, rugged appearance translates well to the back flap of dust jackets and is certainly a large part of his brand appeal. That's not to devalue his top-notch thriller writing, but he's easily eleven on the eye candy scale; a far cry from the usual potato-faced ex-lawyers, ex-policemen, or ex-cons who grace my doorstep wa...

Kneeling at your desk, I slide hands from hips to beasts, firmly messaging the flesh. I suck a nipple, lisp shiny with wetness trailed from you're slippery pussy. A sign escapes when teeth connect and nip. A hiss. The bugle strains my underwear. I’m dying to hike your pencil skirt, peel panties aside, and bury my cock in your fiery count. I expect the affect I'm having will trigger your organism, hands tugging my head bet...

The store clerk's warm hands secure blood-red straps around my ankles. The immense heels slope sharply to polished white nails. Seduction always quickens my pulse, knees drifting apart. Wider. Nothing but wet heat beneath the tiny matching dress. His eyes saucer. I chew my lip. Flash forward to porcelain thighs wrapping his bucking hips in the stock room, perched on boxes, our frenzied needs cresting. I'll stifle moans at...

Guys like me don’t land girls like Annika by chance. It's not the natural order. Divine intervention? Fate? Karma? Blind luck? Pick your crutch. The fact is, it happened. And it changed my life. I tap out a vertical line of coke, ending an inch above her slippery clit, snort and chase the high by burying my tongue in her bald pussy as she clutches my nape. She arches against me, clamps her thighs and begs for more, thrash...

Though her voice creaked like the worn armchair in which she sat, Elsie still had a piercing gaze that conveyed a playful sharpness within. "Sit with me, child." I stopped folding the sheets and perched on the edge of the bed opposite her slightly hunched frame, smoothing my aqua tunic bearing the care home insignia. Waited. And waited. It sometimes took a while to gather her thoughts and process information, yet other ti...

What do you think of, when you lie In bed, alone, unclothed, and sigh As wind and rain lash window panes That cannot quell your heated veins. The rush of blood, those sparks of lust As fingers carve a beat percussed On skin that stretches, gives and takes Igniting fires to vanquish aches. I long to know of what you dream Desires that breach your banks downstream The scenes you paint to fuel each touch Above damp sheets, y...

It's difficult to argue with someone when they have your wrists gripped behind your back and nose pressed to their bedroom window. My breath snorts. Fogs a perfect circle that momentarily obscures the idyllic, manicured lawns of suburbia below. Driveways. Sprinklers. White picket fences. And rows of American sycamores providing dappled shade. As he tightens his hold and pushes me against the unforgiving glass, my breasts...

Someone once told me, "Never put a woman away wet." Well, I'm all about breaking rules and it was about to reap dividends. She hung naked in a slightly stooped seated posture, trussed and suspended from two ropes in the gallery space, just the toes of one foot able to dust the floor. Two diametrically opposed softlights cast haloed shadows beneath her; one deep red, one soft white, representing the convergence of heaven a...

I gaze across the restaurant table at him and know I should be a good girl. Should behave. But every fibre of me craves to crawl up, sweep away the candles, wine glasses and luxurious napkins, grab his tie and kiss him. I ache to straddle his lap, free his cock and ride myself to oblivion on his colossal prick, other customers be damned. It's a constant need inside. A throb that I wish would go away. But it consumes every...

I stared at my office door, as if it would open via thought alone, revealing Tabby on her knees. A demonstration of her obedience. Her needs. My focus flicked between the door and the spreadsheet she'd asked me to review. I scrolled past endless columns of numbers. Added a formula. Deleted it. Gulped some water. Distracted. Like any of her regular employees, I'd knocked on her open door earlier and patiently given her tim...

If the fashion industry ever wanted to boost sales of skin-tight leather trousers, they need look no further than Malena. How she even pulled them on made rocket science seem easy. With each squat and then gyration of her shapely hips an inch above my face, the silvery, seamed material swished and squeaked in the quiet of the hotel sanctuary. Every taut muscle from calf to glute flexed beneath the sheen when she swooped a...

Never predicted my first kiss, despite craving my biology classmate, Sophie Cockshot. Nose ring. Lips to drown in. Gorgeous. We hung out. Studied at hers. Joked over family dinners. Guess the signs were kinda obvious. My opportunity to nuke FriendZone came at their Christmas party. Alcohol flowed. Flirting followed. She signalled me upstairs. Lust responded. The bedroom’s sanctuary muffled chattering guests. She whirled o...