Nicola Jones, fresh out of university with a Magna Cum Laude business economics degree, started at The Company as an intern and soon became known as Nasty Nikki. Not that she was nasty, in that sense of the word. Divinely blessed with her thoroughly Naomi Campbell model-like looks, phenomenal intelligence, and a star-reaching drive to succeed, she also had a filthy sense of humor. This, coupled with her smouldering exotic...

Making love to the ocean is easy; Come early morning, greet it. Leave all your skins behind, Find a rock, stretch. Explore its ruggedness. Wait for the Star. The ocean breathes in and out.You follow. The rays embrace your thankful skin. Turn into a starfish,and With legs and arms spread wide, Receive the countless kisses. Your warmed hands proceed to warm up The dark ocean within. Your breasts are the ocean,too. Breathing...

Fenix always had a cigarette to light. Even when he was at his lowest, the smoke had the ritualistic effect of making him numb just for a while. She was gone in one of these clouds of smoke after he fucked her senseless right in this old and rusty trailer. "You are my Midnight Mist" she said with a half smile, reading the name of the tobacco. She could say the stupidest thing and it could make him grip her wrists and kiss...

"Well, can't you at least suck my dick?!” my wonderful husband shouted at me in our sleek, muted color, kitchen, which I designed and decorated myself. Proudly, my work has been on every major interior design network, and featured in your favorite décor magazines, while their celebrity hosts get the credit, and the green light, on their cheap-to-manufacture signature lines that land-and-launch out of Tarjét, or some store...

"Cindy?" I spoke her name softly, out of my groggy stupor. I was returning to bed from the bathroom. My head was stuffed and aching. My throat was sore and my lungs congested. It was Covid, and I felt miserable. I was pretty sure that when I woke up and few minutes before and stumbled to the bathroom, my stepdaughter, Cindy, wasn't in my bed. But I was even more sure that, the way I felt, I simply didn't care enough to gi...

"Lift your nightgown for me, young mistress Charlotte," my governess, Helena, instructs and I do so very eagerly. I can tell by the hungry look in her eyes, as I reveal my unruly and glistening pussy to her, that she is as excited as I am about this. Her next words send shivers of arousal through my body. "What a beautiful lady you've got there, young mistress. A lady I cannot wait to have as part of my reward." I watch a...

Brian joined Levi on the sofa and I finally climbed up off my knees. I took a seat at the dining table and looked at my phone to see if any of the other guys had messaged me. At that moment I knew with utmost certainty that this plan was the right thing to do. I already lusted for the smell and the feeling of cum. The tingling metallic, bitter taste was something I was already coming to appreciate. My phone showed three u...

The sound of silverware clanking and countless conversations filled the air as a candle flickered its light across the table. It was Father’s Day and Arturo’s Steakhouse was busy as ever, not that the couple noticed. Melanie and Steve held each other’s hands across the table as they looked into one another’s eyes. “Can you believe it’s been a whole year?” Melanie asked her father. “It’s hard to believe, isn’t it?” Steve r...

I love getting a massage. They reinvigorate me and restore my sore muscles. They also turn me on. Being completely naked under a sheet and having another person's hands on my body heightens every sensual nerve in my body. I don’t care if it’s a man or a woman. Luckily, a few years ago I found a masseur that I really liked. He had an expert touch, was young and handsome, and knew how to flirt. I looked forward to my weekly...

Saturday night continues… I wasn’t prepared to hear what Melissa just said. I didn’t think I had described Gina in such a way that she would want to meet her. I mean, I guessed there was no harm in the matter, but what was the purpose behind Melissa wanting to meet her? “Why do you want to meet her?” I asked, desperate to know what was on her mind. “Well, she was the first woman you had sex with despite me being the first...

Hot water fell from the shower head as steam rose from below to fill the room with a light haze. Nathan stood beneath the stream with one hand slick with conditioner, sliding up and down on his six-inch cock. His left leg was up on the bathtub rim giving him easier access to his hole, which he probed at gently with his fingers. Slow strokes to make it last and timed with his fingers' subtle insertion. He was lost in the e...