It was the second week of January and the dull chilly weather of the previous week had been replaced by bright sunshine and freezing cold nights. In the town, shoppers were struggling on icy paths as Daisy and Katie emerged from the outfitters on the high street, shiny carrier bags bulging with a selection of attire. It had been four days since they had been engaged as personal assistants by the wealthy widow, David. They...

My wife has an interesting fetish: she loves to milk cocks. It’s not just regular handjobs. Rather, she asks the men to get on their hands and knees, then she grabs their cocks and balls from behind or from the side and jerks them like milking a cow. She likes to collect their cum and rubs it on her breasts and face. This is actually how we met in college. I was hanging out on campus when a gorgeous busty blonde approache...

The oil lamp, with its tall glass chimney, emitted a soft glow in the living room of 13 Roseberry Street in the Sydney suburb of Balmain. Afternoon had given way to evening, and the balmy air of the Australian summer wafted through the open window. Leonard rose from his chair and strolled into the small courtyard garden at the back of their house where his sweetheart, Edith, sat at a small table, gazing up at the orange s...

Helen felt the lubricated lips of her pussy slithering past each other as she walked along the corridor to her boss's office. Following the vigorous hammering he had given her up against the wall last week, she was really looking forward to her Friday afternoon appointment with him. As well as giving her the hard fucking that she craved but never got from her husband, Neil had also hinted that she might be due for a pay r...

You text me to say you are on your way home. I hop into the shower, wash, shave, and moisturize every inch of my body to ensure I am smooth for you. With the towel wrapped around my body, I walk towards my chest of drawers. I pull out a black lace bra with a matching thong, a black suspender belt and stockings. I dress in front of the mirror, making sure everything is perfect for your arrival. Then I fluff up my hair and...

Sherry lay in her bed, masturbating, after having jerked off Jacob three times. She was completely turned on and couldn't stop thinking about how happy he looked when she left him. She gave herself a wonderful, well-deserved orgasm and then had a deep, peaceful night of sleep. In the morning, she started her usual routine, which was to make coffee and then wake up Jacob to get him in the shower before making them both bre...

Firm, Yet soft   Smooth silk It soothes   I run my finger down the length I grip the throbbing mass of nerves Dry satin My fingers play, dart and skip Teasing for reaction   Twitch It starts, Eager and alert Springs with life, it follows Searching out the memory of my touch, Wanting   A drop, a wistful tear It aches It cries for me Spills out, clear and pure   My grasp tightens, then releases I explore the depths below Pa...

  Looking back, it is still very hard for me to believe the events that have transpired over the last several years. Sometimes, life has a unique way of taking an almost surreal turn that leads us down paths that we would have normally only dreamt about. Mine is such a story.   This is story about how an unfortunate case of erectile dysfunction, in-turn, led to a series of the most erotic sexual experiences that I had eve...

Heather pressed on the back of Sam’s head, and he didn’t resist. A wicked grin curled her lips. She leaned in, allowing Will’s cock to rub and leave a trail of saliva and precum along her cheek. The second before Sam touched Will, she swooped in and intervened with a sloppy kiss. Frustration burned within Sam’s gut. Heather told him to blow Will then got in his way. He gasped against her mouth. He wanted this. No. He coul...

Catholic girls are always the worst. Or the best, depending on one's viewpoint. All that genuflecting and pre-marital sex is sin indoctrination. No masturbation. Kneeling, worshipping higher powers. It takes its toll on their behaviour. Such a furtive hotbed of repression can spill over. Burst from those that break free of the flock. Create the dirtiest little sluts. Like Trinity. A self-confessed recovering Catholic, she...

"Good girl. Come on. Just one more inch." My eyes watered, lips stretched around him. The prize so close. I snorted, pulled back, joined to him solely by saliva and lust. His hands gripped my skull, eyes locked on mine as he pulled me down, engulfing him fully. He hit the back of my throat and I choked. Spluttered. Elated. My lips enclosed the ring at his base and withdrew, sliding it tantalisingly up his slippery, engorg...

Her trust means everything to me. The way she stands naked in the centre of the hotel room, arms voluntarily behind her back as I circle; a shark taking in every nuance of beauty I long to devour. The cascade of chestnut locks cover her breasts at the front and brush the midpoint of her spine between the vee her arms make, hands clasped. Her wedding band glints in the lamplight, a stark reminder of stakes long forgotten....