Ellie Stanton aged forty-three, had, since her divorce, hungered for the amorous attention of younger men. Being fucked by a young stud fulfilled her lustful needs. Given her petite build, long flowing hair, and delicate girlish features, looking young was a deception she encouraged. Trouble was, younger men were, so frequently, unsure of themselves. Ellie had often hoped that someday she’d find an experienced young man t...

He was leaned back in the low-backed armchair, one hand wrapped around his drink and the other fisted in Miss's long hair.  His dress shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing a hint of his muscular chest.  She was on her knees before him and had his slacks open and his boxers pulled down just enough, bobbing her mouth up and down on his shaft as he guided her with his firm grip.  She took him deep into her throat, not ga...

God, I’m so horny and I have no one to properly fuck my brains out, Isabella thought to herself as she gazed outside the large window of her studio in the Upper West Side. It was a gorgeous summer day and Isabella couldn’t deny the primal yearning stirring within her womb. She needed to get fucked properly, and while there were no doubt hordes of men who would be willing to satisfy that need for her, she couldn’t bring he...

Her instructions are lengthy,  hand-written on scented paper in an elegant, flowing hand, neatly divided into sections with headings underlined. The shapes of her letters are striking, some of them perhaps revealing. Her letter ‘y’ sports a long, curled tail that suggests in my mind the lash of a whip. It’s a thought that scares me, after the evident pleasure she took in the crop. A long-lashed whip is a much more fearsom...

I walk into the club with Sir. I am wearing an off-the-shoulder short black knit swing dress. It shows off my ample breasts and clings to my round bottom. I have to admit, I feel good in this dress. It has been a few months since my relationship with Mr. B ended. I didn't think I would ever get over him until I met Sir. He is a Dom. This submissive/dominant thing is still strange to me, but it feels like what I need right...

I stare up at the tall, beautiful, sleek building that juts up toward the crisp cerulean sky in Midtown Manhattan. The Bank of America building has always appealed to me; it might not be the tallest building in New York City, but I like its unique design and the way that it overlooks Bryant Park and The New York Public Library. I'm so busy admiring the sleek design of the beautiful building that I barely pay any attention...

I’m waiting patiently outside the nice hotel room for him to answer the door. I was told he is tall, white, with black hair and soft eyes. That was the customer’s exact description. I’ve never had a client who described his eyes as soft, so I am definitely intrigued. My boss told me that this is a new client and that he’s never been with an escort. That is why he recommended me since apparently I am the sweetest and most...

Of all the suggestions Marcus had been given on training a submissive, his favorite, by far, was establishing Rachel’s morning routine. The alarm sounded, and Marcus pulled down the blanket on Rachel’s side of the bed and took in the view. At his instruction, Rachel slept nude every night. And as soon as she heard the short beeping from his phone alarm, had rolled to her stomach, with legs spread wide apart. Had it been a...

Laurence and I end up cocooned in the California king bed on top of the luxurious lilac comforter for the rest of the evening. With my face buried in his broad, masculine chest and his fingertips tenderly caressing my soft, porcelain skin, I feel like I’m suspended in a beautiful, perfect dream that is too amazing to be true. Ironically, my thoughts seem to be corroborated the next day at work when I dart out of my little...

Long weeks have passed since the first time we met.She chose the time and the place. A cafe terrace overlooking the lake. It would be cold, she said, I should wrap up, but on a chill winter weekday there would be few people around, and we could speak freely. As now we should.I arrived early. Of course I came early. I was never a morning person, but this was no ordinary day. Today I'd watched the sun come up from my balcon...

The next day, I am haunted by the delicious, decadent, erotic fantasy of Laurence and Robert fucking my pussy at the same time. Once lunch comes around, I am completely infatuated by the thought of the both of them fucking my tight, wet, little pussy that I’m shaking from mere lust. It’s so bad that I have no choice but to knock on Robert’s door. Laurence is at his trial and I do not want to distract him at all today. “Hi...

The tar darkened to a consistent black under pregnant clouds as the highway stretched into the city, raindrops assaulting the midday traffic in its creep slowly toward the storm. Driving for two straight days beneath the merciless sun had left a new sprinkling of freckles on my hands and I was thankful for the coolness of the breeze seeping in through my half open window, and the light, cold droplets that found their way...