After cheating on my husband, I made a vow not to do it again. It wasn’t out of guilt. I loved fucking Eric, but I didn’t want to jeopardize my marriage. I made an effort to have sex more often with my husband, but we had lost the passion. It only took a few minutes for him to pump cum into my pussy or mouth and then it was over. He never bothered to eat my pussy. He just rolled over and went to sleep. I continued to get...

After our two-week escape in Tenerife—where Mikki and I hooked up with seven different men (each sporting a new cock), met a delightful couple, and spent memorable days with the gorgeous Sarah—life back home slipped into its familiar routine. Still, Mikki and I kept in touch with Helen and Beverly from an earlier challenge, and more often than not our nights ended with the four of us sharing their beds. A few weeks later,...

When I got home, I parked the mower in the garage. Mom's car was gone. Thank God, it was Friday, she was out getting groceries. I put my shirt, shorts, and the rest of my clothes into the washing machine and started it. Next, a long hot shower with plenty of soap to get rid of any remaining evidence. Then, those towels to the washer. I was taking no chances there would be anything left to rat me out. After dinner, I drove...

The echoes of your nails across my back Scraping skin to find my blood The rush of bitter lust, tainted broken trust To make you mine The dampness left clinging from your cunt Should I ever dare be so blunt I saw you caught in doubt, your moans betrayed your mouth And made you mine The ring on your finger paid for lent Your cunt was only mine for rent All you left behind is the echo in my mind You are mine

Ethan’s fingers trembled as he poured another glass of red wine, the crimson liquid splashing against the crystal, mirroring the heat pulsing through his veins. Three years of marriage to Mia, and their once fiery nights had dulled to a predictable, vanilla routine. At 27, his lean frame still carried the boyish charm that had first caught Mia’s eye in university, but now, as he glanced at her across their dimly lit livin...

She's his submissive, but she is remiss in following instructions and has not performed her last tasks as she should have. He knows she needs discipline, so he picks her up, drives her to his high-rise apartment building, and escorts her to his 9th-floor condo. He has her stand before the large floor-to-ceiling window that covers one wall of his bedroom, and with the drapes opened, she can see the other high-rise apartmen...

Two days in, and my body was used perfectly. I had so many orgasms the last couple of days, I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but deep down I wanted to see how much further I could go. My itinerary was delivered this morning, on my tray with breakfast. I ate by myself, with no one feeding me or teasing me. I had the morning for myself before I was to meet a man at the desk. I would be outside today, but I wasn't t...

It had been several weeks since I'd last heard from my ex-wife, Sue, but I was sure she had not given up her life of prostitution. Consequently, I thought it likely she would again contact me at some point to inveigle me into allowing her to use my house to entertain a client. The call came on a Friday evening. “Hello, knobhead!” she quipped. It might not be a term of affection, but I knew she meant nothing by that insult...

I surrender by choice, not from demand or fear. I surrender to you willingly because of how you make me feel. The way your gaze lingers on my skin, the depth of your eyes pulling me close— your thoughts brush against mine, provoking something I can’t contain. You move through me and push me beyond desire, Rough, determined, undeniable. Every breath between us moans with want, every glance, unspoken poetry. I surrender, no...