Heading back to The Body Shop almost two months later was like returning to the scene of the crime. I mean, you couldn't do it again right? I mean, you are forty-three years old! A wife and a mom. Fucking that stranger in our car while I stayed inside was surely a one off phenomenon since you stayed dutifully in your seat for the first twenty minutes this time. I mean, the guy next to us was clearly wasted and that dude r...

Franco Cassetti grunted as Blondie 1 (she had stated her name when they met and Cassetti had promptly forgotten it) ran her velvety tongue sharply up the shaft of his thick, stumpy cock. Aside from the grunt and a twitch in one of his pale blue eyes, Cassetti never moved. His right hand remained where it was, propped against his craggy face, fingers beside his temple, elbow on the armrest of the luxury leather chair he ha...

The first time I saw her, I knew I’d fuck her someday. She was just my kind of girl. It was early evening at a local dive bar where my name might as well have been Norm, where everybody knows my name. She pranced by our table sporting a short blue romper skirt, laying bare the highly toned and smooth-skinned legs of an Olympic athlete. She never glanced over, but I was enraptured. I unabashedly gawked as she headed toward...

When I found out what Sarah had done, I knew she must suspect something. There was no way she could have blown Steve without tasting my cunt on his cock. What gave her the right to do that? It was sort of like eating my pussy by proxy! I had not given her permission to taste my pussy. Steve belonged to me now just as much as he belonged to Sarah. In fact, it was about time that I showed him that. It was about time I showe...

I knew my hot and gorgeous and sexy Turkish boyfriend, Mehmet, was working twenty-four hours at the paramedic station in Antalya, Turkey, so one night when I was sure he was alone I went to see him. I wore a short black mini dress that shaped my petite but curvaceous body.  Mehmet looked surprised but delighted to see me when he glanced and saw that I was there. He was tall and toned with green eyes and a dark beard. He s...

“Ace,” Denise said as she tossed out a card. “Ten,” I countered. I was playing War, the card game, with my friend Denise Wright on a warm summer afternoon. We had graduated high school a couple weeks before and had the summer free until university started. Denise’s parents were away so we had her house to ourselves. “Mine. Five.” “Three.” “Mine. Seven.” “Seven.” War is one of those silly, mindless card games that one norm...

For this interactive audio fantasy, you will need a dildo or equivalent.  Wear a skirt, a button-front blouse and matching lingerie.  You can be bare-legged or wear stockings or socks, but no pantyhose.  Shoes can be whatever you think is suitable.  You may also want to use the back of a chair to hold on to at some point.----------------------------------------------------------Your Master has come to visit.  You meet him...

As I mention from time to time, my Mother was born in The Netherlands where her parents and her sister and her family still live. Over the years we have made an effort to get together every two years, alternating between us going there and them coming here. Now that we are older the participants have changed a bit. The original set of cousins now have jobs and families of their own. This sometimes makes it harder to get a...