Last week, after babysitting, Steve sent me home with a new gift: beads and a butt plug with a pretty purple jewel, along with instructions to practice using both. I was more than happy fulfill that request. He also had offered me the chance to make extra money if I stayed a little later and helped out at his game night the next week. I had flashed my boobs at them last week, and he seemed to be suggesting that some of th...

We took our time going upstairs to Laura's bedroom, kissing and groping as we went. We wanted this reunion to last a long time. Going upstairs was fun. After our first orgasms downstairs, we fumbled with each other's bodies. After rehydration, stroking and kissing were a reminder of just how enthralled we were with each other. Her feather-light touches on my arm and neck, and my caresses of her neck and hair, took us back...

I was incredibly excited to try out Steve’s gift, and practiced with the butt plug all week, getting used to the feeling of it sliding in and out, wondering what Steve would feel like inside me compared to the small plug. I got dressed in what was becoming my “babysitting uniform” of sorts, as I knew Steve loved my short little skirts and low-cut tank tops that showed off my curves. I slid the plug in easily, after all my...

Our house creaked around me like an old ship, settling into the desert cold. Christmas Eve in Scottsdale, population: me. Mom had pitched the Florida thing with all the enthusiasm of a travel brochure: white sand beaches, family bonding, Grandma's famous rum cake. But honestly? The humidity down there could kill a person. Plus, I wasn't exactly in the mood for my little brother's Nintendo obsession echoing through some cr...

20th December: Ding dong! Hurrying along the hall, I open the front door. On the step, a neat rectangular box waits to be claimed. I scoop it up and glance around for the delivery driver—they’ve already vanished, but I hear the vroom of a van accelerating away. It feels heavy at one end. I set it up on a table, cut away the outer layers, ease free a glossy black box, and salivate at the prospect of a dram of fine single m...

Kathryn and I had been married for five months. This was our first Christmas together. My previous wife passed away unexpectedly a decade ago. After several years of mourning, I decided I should start dating. A mutual friend introduced me to Kathryn. Despite living three hours away, we agreed to meet. The chemistry was off the charts. Things moved fast. We were married four months later. Kathryn’s job required significant...

Kim awoke with a start, her heart pounding, shaken by a dream where she was chased by an irate, inexplicably naked woman, waving Kim’s abandoned blue bikini. Guilt at her unwitting betrayal of Henry’s not-so-dead wife haunted her. She shook her head angrily. He lied to me, she told herself firmly. Still, the illicit thrill of that betrayal heightened her enjoyment of the adventure. What kind of amoral monster am I? She dr...

In the week leading to our meetup, Henry and I talked every day, going over details and making suggestions. While we spoke, I encouraged him to stroke his cock but not cum. I wanted him to be bursting at the seams when we did meet up. He would brag about how big and hard his cock was. I hadn't seen it yet and wanted to be surprised when I saw it for the first time. We decided to meet at a hotel about 45 minutes away. The...

I showered after Clarissa and Melody left and wondered when Helen and Jessica would reappear. If they did at all. I half expected them to be out overnight. By the time it was fully dark, around nine in the evening, I had given up on them. I grinned, wondering what erotic adventures they were having. I settled at the veranda table with a book and a large scotch, gazing occasionally across the bay and at the twinkling light...