There are three things you need to know about Ariel, my wife. First, she’s gorgeous. I mean, she might not be to everyone’s taste, but she is to mine. Ari is an absolute shortstack of a woman. She’s short even for a Filipina at a smidge under five feet (I’m sure she’ll yell, “Four-eleven-and-a-half, Kyle! Round up!” when she reads this), with the missing height apparently deposited in some truly magnificent curves. Add to...

Mrs. Brooks allowed their lips to linger together for a few fleeting moments longer. It was as if time had slowed down, and they were suspended in a bubble of their own, where the people of the store ceased to exist. The taste of his lips, the warmth of his embrace, the scent of him, all of it seemed to intoxicate her. She savoured the taste of the kiss and the cream, feeling it linger on her lips, a sweet reminder of the...

The Ford Explorer pulled up to the curb across the street from the house hosting the party. Daniel Miller cut the engine and looked at his wife, Zoe. “We’re here, love. Ready to go in?” “Do you have any instructions for me?” she asked, feeling a little insecure. “Of course, I don’t, sweetheart. You only need to be your usual charming self, and we’ll be good. This is the third year in a row we’ve been invited to my boss’ p...

Susan sat across from her husband, Mark, in their quiet suburban home, the scent of roast chicken and garlic mashed potatoes filling the air. The TV droned on in the background, the evening news recounting the mundane events of the day. She poked at her food, her thoughts wandering to the conference she had attended the week before. Bradley McAllister. High school Bradley McAllister. The Bradley McAllister who had once be...

"It's only for three weeks," she whispered. "You can do it." "Yes, Miss." "Good girl." But her Miss was barely out of the state when the feelings started to overwhelm her. "Don't touch... don't touch," she whimpered like a mantra. As she gazed at the smooth velvet fabric of the settee, she stepped closer. "It's not touching," she reasoned with herself as she ground down, rubbing her aching neglected clit along the arm res...

Do you want to know what a man thinks about whilst touching himself? My dick's in my hands right now. I'm stroking myself slowly and picturing you on your knees, stripped down to your underwear. If I was there with you, I'd stroke my cock's head against your soft lips and tell you to kiss it like a good girl. I want to see you suck on it, really enjoying swallowing my cock, moving that wet tongue against my shaft as you t...

The clothes were perfect. Fitting exactly as they should but then, you’d know my size, my preference and just how to dress me. You have more than once taken the lead in my attire and I’ve always loved each and every piece. From the undergarments to the shoes. You have such fabulous taste! The dress barely covered my ass and sitting would be interesting. All sheer lace and strategic panels. A perfect example of the trend t...

Tom turned to John, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "What the hell, man?" he asked, his voice tight. "Your wife is out with some guy, and she's coming in a pub with a glow like that? Did you two break up or something?" John took a slow, deliberate sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving Tom's. "No, we haven't," he replied calmly. "Emma's just... exploring some things she's always been curious about." He...