She stood before him, exquisite… naked… vulnerable, her supple breast with its pert nipple begging for attention. He ached to be inside her, but not yet; no need to rush. Turning her face toward his, his lips brushed hers softly, while his fingers teased their way down her body, eliciting a whispered sigh. The more he touched her, the more pliant and eager she became. Her eyes fluttered in a dream-like haze; she was almos...

He sees her need after a long day of work— his badass, redheaded boss. “Undress,” he demands. Defiance flashes in her eyes, but she complies. Steel blades glide along taut skin, rendering a soft, bare mound. Large hands hold wrists captive while a greedy tongue laps at sweet nectar. Hips rise in desperation as mewling pleas beg for release. Back arches… up and over… once, twice… “Mine,” he growls. Flesh enters flesh, movi...

Steve looked at the beautiful redhead seated next to him on the Airbus 320 as it took them to their destination, an all-inclusive island resort. He was the luckiest man alive that she was not only sexy and well-endowed, but she was his wife, Olivia. He was excited for this trip; it had been a long time since they’d taken a vacation, and he intended to make it one that they would remember for a very long time. Although sha...

Sleep evades me as my obsessive need for you consumes my every thought. I lie awake wondering if you're thinking about me, about us, about things you want to do to me. Are you hard for me? Does the thought of my glistening pink pussy leave you aching to be inside me? My arousal is piqued; your gradual, subtle seduction has left me longing for your hands and tongue, and the decadent way my body responds to both as they enj...

Christmas had always been Holly’s favorite holiday. Not just the day itself, but the weeks leading up to it. From the bell-ringing Santa at the department store to decorating the tree while listening to Bing Crosby’s “I’ll Be Home For Christmas,” it all made for a festive holiday season. But this year was different. Her husband, Nick, had been working overseas on a top-secret mission, and she missed him desperately—his la...

Chapter Fifty-Three As the hot water rained down on them, soapy hands roamed intimately over each other—his cupped her breasts gently at first, and then more eagerly, while hers gripped his manhood, making him moan. Every touch and caress heightened their arousal until their desire intensified to the point of urgent need. Mac spun Grace around, so she faced the wall. Capturing each hand in his, he held them firmly against...

As the musician entertained the crowd with his guitar, I grabbed drinks at the bar and returned to find you standing there against the railing in a white dress and come-fuck-me heels, the epitome of saint and sinner. I whispered in your ear, “Do we have to watch the whole performance?” You grinned wickedly and slipped your hand in mine. I led you back to our room, where I watched you let the dress fall to the floor and le...

She sat across the table from me but was a million miles away. She’d been telling me for days that she was fine, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and, though I sensed there were things she needed to say, I didn’t press the issue. In all our years of marriage, if I know one thing about my wife, it’s that she needs time to process things before she is ready to talk about them. Patience doesn’t always come easy to...

After having been treated to some mind-blowing sex from my employers, the Delsons, it was time for me to experience my very first taste of pussy. I was both excited and nervous. I’d never been with another female, but I’d often wondered what it would be like. I had definitely enjoyed sitting on her face and, though I would be going at her from a different angle, I figured my best strategy would be to mimic Mrs. D.’s moves...

As I walked down into the basement with Mr. and Mrs. Delson, I felt an odd mix of arousal and trepidation. In all the time I’d been babysitting and seducing horny dads, I had always had the upper hand. It was clear to me now that I had sorely misjudged Mr. D. and completely misunderstood his intentions. So, why was I allowing myself to be led into something that was so far out of my comfort zone? The answer was easy, real...

My name is Katie. I’ve got long, luscious brown hair and a hot little body. I’m the girl you read about in all the classic porn stories about the horny babysitter who seduces her male employers and encourages them to cheat on their wives. I’d like to say I’d never do anything quite so nefarious as to betray the trust of the women who hire me to babysit their kids, but I don’t like to lie. As a nineteen-year-old girl with...

I thought of you this morning, as I do every morning. I hope you slept well. Actually, I hope you slept at all. Hugs you either way, then kisses you softly and sighs. It's been a while since I’ve wanted or longed for, No, since I’ve needed anything or anyone beyond what I have, but here you are. Now I dream in fairytales and myths. And I can no longer picture my world without you. And, yes, I know we are both committed to...

“Surrender,” he murmured as his mouth sought her neck, savoring her as she writhed and moaned. The glow from the full moon turned their shadows into an intimate dance as each touch, with its declaration of possession, seemed amplified by the witching hour’s enchantment. Wrapped in each other’s arms, on Halloween night, the outside world ceased to exist. The only reality, the heat between them, fueled by desire and the sed...

It’s interesting how vulnerability shows up differently in all of us, but it’s there, just the same. Even the cockiest among us can have self-doubts at times, especially when our very existence is at the mercy of someone else, someone who controls our narrative with the movement of a pen or a keystroke, someone who can both expose us for who we are and, at the same time, allow us to become something more. What if the mind...

Is there a better time than the dawn of darkness to sit at my desk and scribble my deepest, most heartfelt thoughts? That time of dusk without the light of the moon or stars. It’s times like these when her memory threatens to suffocate me, when the pain of her passing causes my heart to ache. Putting these feelings into words is cathartic most nights. But somehow, tonight is different; tonight, there is an unfamiliar ener...