Keira's body trembled against mine, signaling a mind still battling between fear and arousal. Her eyes were glued to my fingers in the mirror. With painstaking slowness, my fingertips had caressed her sensitive skin from her knees up to her creamy inner thighs and now rested on the crotch of her white panties. Tap, tap, tap. I continued to pat her pussy through the thin material as her hand instinctively slipped into her...

Melissa dragged the scope from between her clinging clam lips. Born anew; lustful tears gushing from her abused sex; it arose glistening into the light. A penile projection of black plastic-coated metal, her lover, the pleasure provider. Its surface slick with her cream, fingers glittering pearlescent as they clung to its slippery mass.  Upwards it travelled; away from the hips that still thrust ineffectual at nothingness...

Just type the words “happy ending massage” into your browser and see what pops up.  I swear there must be seven hundred and fifty thousand entries for men, and like, three entries for women.  You have women from every ethnicity advertising that they are the best and will rock a man’s world.  You, literally, must go into the black market to find a man that offers a sensual massage for a woman.  What is the big taboo about...

Their first meeting loomed five days away. The sexual tension would be hot. She wanted it white-hot. She sat before the full-length mirror beside her bed. A beautiful lady faced her clad in black matching lingerie. Long legs spread just enough to tease. Perfect breasts peaked above the cups just enough to entice. This should do the trick, she thought. With that she snapped a single photo on her phone. Without missing a be...

Stumbling into my bedroom I kick off those hateful, yet amazingly sexy heels. The hardwood is cool and refreshing as I start to feel the sweat cling to my flesh. The club had felt like a hundred degrees with all those sweaty bodies pressed together, grinding on one another as they danced the night away.  My muscles are tightening now that my body realizes I’m no longer in the middle of that crowd. I’ll feel it in the morn...

Alice’s eyes lit up with joy as the cat dangled the silver key teasingly before her. Her freedom was within grasp, only, with her hands trapped behind her back, she wasn’t exactly sure how she might grasp it. “I don’t suppose you could assist me, Cheshire.” “I could,” the cat grinned. “Thank you ever so much,” Alice sighed in relief and waited. And waited. And waited, finally frowning as the cat had done nothing but stare...

As his orgasm ebbed Nick pushed himself off the wall and headed to the bathroom to clean off. Once complete he wrapped a large bath towel around himself to look for his clothing. Instead of finding them, he found Candice sitting at the mini-bar waiting for him. He took a seat on the stool next to her and she slid a fresh drink toward him and they once again clinked glasses. As he watched her drink he still could not see a...

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards*. Soren Kierkegaard* After a life of adultery, many men known, I'm old, not in spirit, but calendar old. Young, it was so short a time ago. Then, young, was forever. Old, when did it become so? Was it when pop culture figures were unfamiliar when more dead were known than alive when none my age were present at an event? Was it, when a seat was offered, a...

I’m in front of the large mirror when you enter the bathroom dressed in just your boxers, your hair ruffled from sleep. The air is heavy from my shower a few minutes ago, with a hint of fragrant steam still lingering. I’m stood in my bra and panties, letting a richly scented body oil sink into my skin before I dress for work. My matching underwear is pale pink, the soft, lace-trimmed satin fabric chosen for the sensuous f...

Avi turned off the water and dried himself. In the next room, Kat was watching cable news. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he glanced at himself in the mirror but didn’t let his gaze linger. She, in her cotton robe, was laying back against the hotel bed’s headrest and scrolling through her phone. As the talking heads discussed topical events, her brow furled in frustration.“Rough day?”She didn’t look up. “Meh, I’m...

I felt tense and needed release. I felt dirty and sweaty after spending all morning running errands and cleaning the apartment. Three-day weekends should be the norm, not the exception. It had been another long work week, and then Steve got me all excited on Thursday. I could still remember how he smelled and how he tasted – at least I think I could.I should not have told him that I’d call him. Now the responsibility was...

My name is Vanessa. I am a thirty-year-old woman who recently lost her beloved husband to a war overseas. I recently moved to Washington state to this old house in the country, which was previously owned by an elderly woman who, can I say is a shut-in. She was getting down on her health as I understood it and went to live with her daughter. For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about one-hundred-and-fifty gran...

“Dude, what are you looking at?” she asked. I was flat on my back, and she was standing over me, looking down at me. I could very easily see straight up shorts to her shaved kitty. She was the personal trainer my wife and I had hired to come to our house and help us learn a new exercise regimen, so we could shed a few pounds before taking off on vacation to Puerto Vallarta. I tried to pretend I was not really the pervert...