They say you should always expect the unexpected. It turns out they were right. We live in a small community, about a ninety-minute drive from the city. Our town provides the necessities - there is a supermarket, a pharmacy, a coffee shop, a gas station, a bank - but trips to the city are inevitable. The new year hadn’t started the way we had hoped, riddled with sickness and tragic loss, meaning I had to make an unexpecte...

I was enjoying watching my eager, energetic slut bouncing up and down on the cock suctioned to the floor, her tits quivering, knees spread, hands clasped behind her, begging to be allowed to cum … when she suddenly looked surprised and pitched forward, sprawling. “What the fuck?” I demanded, confused. She looked up at me, sheepishly, her face red, embarrassed. “I, uh…broke the dildo…” I stared at her, then started to chuc...

Hot, fast and deep. That’s how she’d describe the connection that had changed her life. A connection so strong she was sent reeling at its sudden end. She’d gone through the grief cycle multiple times, mourning the man who helped her open up in ways she never thought she would. The shame that grew from his abrupt absence had begun to weigh down on her and made her question everything she thought she’d accomplished. Confid...

I squinted against the February sun, already regretting stepping out today. It was a perfect 72 degrees, the kind of weather that made the rest of the country jealous, but because every store window I passed screamed Valentine's Day like a toddler who's had too much sugar. Red hearts. Pink ribbons. Chocolate displays that probably cost more than my textbooks. "Artisan chocolate truffles," I muttered, reading the sign outs...

“Good morning, sleepy head.” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up, slowly focusing on Daddy standing in the doorway, dressed in a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and nothing else. He looked good. Really good. I realized with a start that I was staring at the obvious bulge at his crotch. And that I was breathing a little too fast. I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t seem to control myself. I felt the heat of arousal bl...

Louise was feeling horny; there was no other way of describing it. She knew and enjoyed the feeling, and now she wanted to deal with it. Her husband had left much earlier that morning to attend a rugby match down in London. Louise was alone in their bed, naked and frustrated. Her fingers and trusted Rabbit vibrator hadn’t helped; yes, she had been able to climax using them, but she knew she wanted more this morning. As th...

It started as a promise for more wank material—something to get you off while wifey was on the rag. Poor you. Hard and aching after a night at the strip club, inviting the best skanks the city could serve up to come take a ride on your lap. They’d ground scantily clad pussies against the throbbing bulge in your pants until you were ready to explode. Now you’re sneaking back to the ‘burbs, with your favorite e-slut on the...

Tonight is the night. The culmination of one of my secret fantasies that has gnawed at my mind for months. I'm finally going to cross that threshold, and I refuse for this moment to be anything less than sublime. For the occasion, I treated myself to this lingerie set that hugs my curves like a second skin: a deep purple lace bodysuit, its rich hue dancing against my pale skin. The matching garter belts stretch sheer stoc...