It was obvious Emily was incredibly horny. Her taut nipples poked through the fabric of her top, and her cheeks were flushed. Her two, married friends on cam noticed her extreme arousal, almost immediately. Throughout the entire conversation, she’d taken almost every word as sexual innuendo and commented upon it in a lusty, banal way. Despite her obvious heat, her cam-friends also picked up on her somewhat erratic behavio...

This is for you. You know what a special place you have in my heart. I don't quite know how to explain it, but you are a wonderful person, beautiful of heart, body, and soul, and I so totally love the idea of my words giving you pleasure. It feels like every key I press is making love to you, and I want your pleasure badly, I want you to feel every sensation of every thought. I really want my words to stimulate your mind...

Emily was clueless as to what she was actually going to do, but, deep down in her heart, she knew that she was powerless to stop herself. In the thirty seconds it took for her to slide the couch across the room, she realized that she was acting strictly on impulse, letting her sexual instincts rule her behavior. Her conscious mind was occupied with attempts to analyze her feelings. Meanwhile, her primal, sexual subconscio...

Emily was blood-boiling sexy and she knew it. Although she tried to avoid the trap of narcissism, raw sexuality radiated from her body like a beacon, and, when she felt safe in her environs, she let her sensual nature run rampant and free. Of course, there was far more to her than just stunning good looks and that enticing, horny aura that advertised wild, wanton sex and kinky perversions beyond one’s wildest imagination....

I was just thinking about how you seduced your friend Juanita with my erotic stories, and you and she talked about all things sexual frequently at the office for a couple of weeks. I loved the snippets of your conversation that you shared with me. Then finally, on one Saturday afternoon, we met at the Butcher Shop Restaurant. As we planned online, I brought a couple of my stories to read aloud for you, one that I had writ...

Their reunion was wild and unbridled and passionate and within minutes Rebecca had broken her promise to keep her clothes on, as she knew she would when she made it. “I have missed you!” Mandy said as she licked her fingers clean of her girlfriend’s cum. “Not as much as I’ve missed you!” replied Rebecca. They kissed softly and then hugged for a while. Mandy broke the silence and asked the question they both knew had to be...

Was it only a month ago that you came to visit Jenny at our place, just to say hello, and to get to know her a little better. It must have been that you found yourselves enjoying each other's company, and an unusual closeness developed between you. Then you found yourselves sharing certain intimacies, including sexual likes and dislikes. Can you recall? You and Jenny were discussing human sexuality, and how society seems...

You remember the other day, I was sitting in the lazy boy chair, reading the news on my phone. I heard you turn on the bath, but I didn't think anything of it. Then you came over, called my name softly. As you got my attention I could see a naughty glint in your eyes. You came closer and sat down on my lap, almost like a child, but I could see by your expression that your intentions were not at all childlike. The unspoken...

My collar had finally arrived, and I was more than eager to be subjugated to his total control. Quickly adapting to the new dynamic, my days were spent working, being forced into a state of constant, nearly-overwhelming arousal, and rushing home to ensure I had time to properly present myself to Master. Knowing that the situation was temporary gave extra urgency to my exploration of this lifestyle. I’d told him that I did...

I sat on the examination table, my short, plaid skirt exposing most of my thighs. If I wiggled just a little bit, my nude, wet cunt and my fiery-red, perfectly-trimmed pubes would be on display. The very thin halter top, nothing more than an almost-diaphanous triangle of white cotton with a spaghetti-strap tie to hold it onto my neck and two similar ones tied across my back, accentuated my high, firm breasts; the material...