Staring at you from behind my screen, I wonder how far you will go for me. Wicked smile. Luscious lips. I tease them for you as you strip. Knowing you can't see my face, body covered with modest taste. "Hands behind your back. Hump the table, hump the chair." Watching gleefully, my little toy, I make you dance just for me. Never baring skin for you, but you eat my every word until you reach your peak. Keyboard clacking. F...

It's now been a couple months since my wife used her back and neck injury as a reason to deny me sexual relief for days at a time. She used my resultant sexual frustration and desperation to get me to beg her shamelessly for relief, to do all the housework, to cook and serve her meals, and even to worship her feet. By the end of the first few weeks, she had even taken possession of my cock, putting it into a little pink c...

It was a sultry Saturday night in late August and Mrs. Wintergreen struggled to sleep. She was on top of the sheets in the buff as she tossed and turned in a futile attempt to drop off. The forty-one-year-old and her older husband by twenty years slept in separate bedrooms these days which they both found perfectly satisfactory. A gentle breeze fluttered through the curtains at the open window and for an instant, her eyes...

As we left Adam and Michael’s apartment, Morgan ordered an Uber. We didn’t speak a word to each other the entire way home. The night’s events swirled in my mind and I was having trouble even forming the right words, the right questions. I’m sure Morgan was doing the same. But while my stomach was churning, either from Adam’s cum or the fact that I just watched another guy fuck the love of my life, Morgan seemed happy and...

During my wife's partial recovery from a back and neck injury, she discovered that she could dictate the amount and type of sexual activity that we engage in. She also discovered that, by getting me sexually excited and denying me sexual relief, she could get me in a state of desperation. In that state, I would obey her completely, as she quickly learned. After putting me through a full day of housework, she told me it wa...

My wife, Valerie, and I shared a normal life for about ten years, with me as the classic wage earner and her as the classic housewife. This included old-fashioned situations. She did all the cooking, cleaning and housework despite the reality of her working much longer and much harder than me. When it came to decisions, I always got my way. And that applied to our sex life. If I wanted a blowjob, she gave me one. If I wan...

Chapter 01: How everything started As the night sky draped itself over the city of Los Angeles, Emma Hartley emerged from the diner that had been her battlefield for the past eight exhausting hours. The fluorescent lights within had taken their toll on her spirit, leaving her weary and disheartened. Her slender frame leaned against the heavy glass door, her face etched with the weariness of her monotonous routine. Emma's...

“That’s right, focus all your attention on the shiny apple. It’s called the fruit of sin, but this one is much more than that… it’s the fruit of trance and blissful mindlessness. You know this is true. Now, tell me your name…” cooed the green-eyed naked brunette, a python wrapped around her bouncy breasts. “A-Adam” he stammered, his eyes vacant and his cock dripping white on her curly toes. “Isn’t that funny? I’m Eve, but...

SUNDAY I woke on Sunday morning to the very pleasant sensation of Sara cuddled up to me, stroking my cock. Little head had obviously woken up before big head. “Good morning,” I said as I kissed her brow. “Good morning sleepy head,” she replied. “I fancy a really big breakfast.” “Sounds good, but I know what I’d like first,” I said as I rolled around to face her. Sara kept hold of my now aching cock and said “That will hav...

Olivia is a vision of confidence and allure, her demeanor radiating dominance at every step. Her auburn hair, a cascade of fiery waves, frames her face with a touch of untamed sensuality. Her piercing green eyes hold a knowing glint, an acknowledgment of the power she wields in the professional arena. Her tailored blazer hugs her curves with precision, its cut accentuating the strength of her shoulders and the subtle curv...

SATURDAY When I woke the next morning, I was feeling surprisingly refreshed. Sara was still fast asleep beside me. I carefully slid out of bed so as not to disturb her and, having used the bathroom, went along to the kitchen and made coffee. While the kettle boiled, I tidied up a little in the living room. I sorted out the pile of ropes and tidied all the toys into a neat pile. I brought my coffee through into the living...

"Gentlemen, put your hands together for our next beauty -- Diamond!" The sporadic applause throughout the crowded room told Martin Finch he alone knew who the next dancer taking the stage was. He leapt up, moving quickly through the crowded room past drunken men whistling as a tall black amazon with big dark anime eyes and temptingly large breasts that were the size and bounciness of basketballs, stepped into the spotligh...

FRIDAY When I woke the following morning I was alone, well alone in bed at least. I could hear noises from down the corridor. I got up, grabbed my robe, and after a quick bathroom break, headed down the hallway. Sara was in the kitchen, naked as the day she was born. My washing up had been done and she was standing at the counter tapping her fingers as the kettle slowly came to the boil. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mi...