The spiked boots part the way. The leather second skin announces. Prowling. Stalking. Icy eyes appraise the jostling clubbers, seeking out tonight's sustenance. She ignores the quick-turned heads, the willing, the eager. Licking hungry lips, she seeks virgin prey. There. The reluctant, self-effacing mouse. Pale... nervous... and yet, that flick of the eye. Yes. Moving close, she growls against the shock-stilled neck, inte...

Over the next few days, Jane and I reflected on the events of the previous weekend. We talked about it sure but it was mostly reminiscing, we didn’t really come to any conclusions about what may or may not happen next. The routine of work and life just sort of took over. On Friday evening, we sat together in the living room and the conversation quickly turned to our invigorated sex life. “Have you had any more naughty dre...

Another slow week for the girls, school seemed dull after the fun at work. Holly read the brochures in the evenings. Jess felt less drawn to them as she felt it was a little too much like homework. Religiously the girls spent a day and night in each of their panties and remembered to scrunch and put a pair of their own in the laundry every day. Dad had borrowed more than one pair of Holly’s from the laundry in the week on...

Justin's daughter Brie had recently had her first child. It was kind of an oops for her and her husband. They had only been married for about six months. She was on birth control. The plan was to wait a few years until they could afford to get a house, but she had got sick and had to take a Z-pack which negated the birth control. She and her husband were young and didn't realize she wasn't protected. So, they had sex one...

"That's it! Fuck your fucking slut. Ram that big cock inside me hard and deep. I want to feel your cum shooting inside me. Harder! Fuck me. I’m such a slut, your slut. Do you like your slutty wife always being horny? Fuck me hard." Our sex life had always been great, but now it had reached mountainous heights. My husband loved it, and so did I. The hornier I became, the more attentive he grew. It became a self-feeding loo...

When I was young, to Dad I'd run Whenever Mom was mad. My daddy's charms, safe in his arms He knew, that I'd been bad. . An eager teen, before I'd seen How Mom would get her way, Although the boss, he wouldn't cross To assure her bedroom play. . Snuck down the hall, to watch it all As I peeked in past their door, His open stand, my mother's hand Wrapped firm around his core. . My dad was dazed, I was amazed My mom was on...

Sam and Nicola had been going out for about six months. The relationship had recently developed a sexual element, something new to them both. Whilst neither had any prior sexual experience, it was Sam initiating the advances. Nicola always enthusiastically reciprocated but didn't yet have the confidence to get things started. It was a Friday night at the start of the summer holidays and they were looking forward to the pa...

Thanksgiving morning, Tim looked at Elenore. She was smiling, so Tim rolled over to her and gave her a good morning kiss. Elenore looked at Tom with a loving look. He put his arm around her neck, and she rolled onto his shoulder. “Mmm, this is a wonderful way to start a morning. And I have a lot to be thankful for,” Elenore whispered into Tim’s ear as she rubbed his chest. “I agree with you. You are a wonderful woman, and...

Every month, Marc and Tara meet up with a group of friends at a very special club, housed in an old 15th-century mansion. Le Manoir, as they call it, belongs to an old aristocrat with a passion for history. During the day, visitors from all over the world come to admire its magnificent salons and lose themselves in its French gardens. And, one evening a month, it serves as a playground for a group of people bound by domin...

Becky was my seventeen-year-old neighbor whom I'd inadvertently met through a chat room, realizing we knew each other only when we arranged to meet for the first time in a local motel. Back home, Becky had brought her best friend Jen, whom she was temporarily staying with, to visit and explore. That night, the girls, promising to be subtle, had gone home to try to get information from Jen's mom, Andrea, about a possible r...

You remember Sonic the Hedgehog: that old-school 8-bit scrolling game where the hedgehog rushes forward, looping and soaring into the sky, snagging golden rings by the handful, every captured treasure announced by the narcotic casino ding of a fight bell in a boxing ring. I’m a middle-aged man, and happily married, but on Christmas morning in 2022 when the kids downloaded Sonic on the Nintendo and I heard all those fuckin...