A love letter to My paramours and companions, who turn heads and arouse desires everywhere we go. Even the most certain, absolute in their belief they are Masters of their minds and urges, lose all reason and faculty in their presence. All principle, all knowledge, regardless of how engrained they may be on the mind, are effaced in those moments when the heart demands pleasure — a demand obeyed without struggle. Her name...

My name's Candy, I'm, sixteen years old and I've just divorced my parents to prevent either one of them getting their hands on any more of my money. Let me explain, from the age of eight, I'd won a whole series of beauty competitions and therefore a whole lot of money, things were fine at the start, but when I reached my teenage years, I began to ask questions about where all the prize money was going. I never got any sat...

I met her at a party and fell in lust immediately. It was one of those impromptu, after the pub parties that was typical of students the world over celebrating the end of the term. I can’t even remember whose flat it was we were in, but I can remember her sitting on my knee uninvited. “Hi,” she giggled. “I’m Sally, who are you?” “Dave,” I answered, “But my friends call me Randy.” “And are you?” “Permanently,” I laughed. “...

SugarDaddy420: So, what did you do today? The beep of the alert alarmed Janey and she sat up. She'd been slumped over, eyes a little glazed, staring at the floor like it held all the wisdom of the stars. She focused her eyes with effort and hesitantly types back, her cheeks flushing as she thought about the answer to that simple and potentially totally innocent question. Lace'N'Silk: Not much, I'm recovering from last nig...

Janey bent over in front of the camera, her ass splayed lewdly for all to see. The small chiming sounds from the laptop indicated viewers sending tips through her site. She purred and slid two fingers into her smoothly shaved pussy, dragging her wet fingertips out and over her tight asshole, caressing the pucker lovingly. A different tone sounded and she twisted to look over her shoulder, scanning the chat dialogue for th...

This is the true story of how I came to meet a girl called Rihanna and how I introduced her to a darker side of sex. I went into hospital recently for a small operation on my left hand. The Op went well but I was staying on the ward for three to four nights afterwards. All the nurses during my stay were lovely and the care second to none. However one particular girl was something else. Her name was Rihanna and she was a r...

Amber placed her hands on his chest as she moved her shapely hips up and down. He felt good, damn good. His thick shaft stretched her tightness like it had never been stretched before. She could feel her orgasm nearing. She leaned back and moved her hands to his knees. She shivered as she felt his hands move down her chest between her perky breasts. Her body began to tremble. She could not hold back the moans. She gripped...

Wheels. I'm as choosy about wheels as women these days. Wasn't always that way. While I can drive pretty much anything with an engine, I've found I only truly enjoy that thunder beneath the hood. The rush when pedal meets floor, beating through every bone in my body. Something only the raw horsepower of a V8 delivers. And if it's a dependable American hunk with a short shift ratio and high-quality tires, all the better. M...

It would be cliché to say that I saw her the moment she walked in the door, just as it would be both cliché and trite to say that it was love at first sight. Both would also be untrue. The truth is that I have no idea when she walked in; I was sitting at the bar, my back to the door, watching a football game, and I barely noticed her when she slid onto the bar stool two places to my left. Bored and horny after a sexless w...

The old bar was empty when Chad arrived. Empty except for the young barmaid. Not quite the way he remembered it, he thought. The barmaid as well he couldn't recall. Hardly possible, for she didn't look as if she had been born before he'd left this godforsaken hellhole – the place he had once called home all these years ago. This thought made him realize once more he was about to hit forty – not a pleasant number looking f...

Carl and Janet were both in their fifties and had been married over thirty years. As difficult as it may be to believe, Janet had remained a virgin until her wedding night. Both of them had remained faithful to each other during their entire marriage. They have always had a strong sex life together.Janet was a very conservative, modest woman. She never wore any risqué clothing in public, made sure her dresses or skits wer...