Forgive me, Sir, I have sinned The moment I heard you, I knew I would give in I remember it, like it was yesterday, Your whispering is leading me so far away Your words are like flaming hot temptation, with a gifted silver tongue Swirling in my mind, removing my hesitation, each and every syllable I clung My hands slip down between my legs Your deep voice keeps sewing your tastefully tenacious threads Devilish words so na...

Scott moved through the grocery store aisles, his pace steady and unhurried. He casually observed the people around him. The other shoppers cleared a path without making direct eye contact. He let them pass, pausing occasionally to track the exposed curve of a strangers neck or to listen to the rhythmic thump of their pulse. "Scott?" He turned. There, standing in front of him, was a face he had not seen in years. "Jordan?...

With my sunglasses on, I paid no mind to Todd and slipped one hand inside my bikini top, teasing my nipple and squeezing the soft flesh. My other hand slid inside the bottoms, rubbing my bald mound and dipping a finger into my wetness. As he continued to cut the grass, Todd now kept his eyes on me. I did not acknowledge him as I removed my hand from inside my bikini bottoms and brought my wet fingers to my mouth. I licked...

Last Friday night the wife was having a girls' night in with a few of her friends, a few drinks and some food. After I'd opened a couple of bottles of wine, three of her friends arrived: two blondes, dressed very similarly in jeans and T-shirts, and a redhead in a leather mini-skirt, T-shirt, and knee-length high-heeled boots. I got them all drinks, then grabbed a few beers and went upstairs out of the way. Over the next...

Liv’s Longing The barn door was still partially open, so I slipped inside without moving it. I paused, giving my eyes time to adjust to the darker setting. I was about to call out to see where Liv was when I heard a long groan coming from the loft. “Liv!” I breathed as I immediately raced up the stairs. Images of her lying up there in pain raced through my mind. Farm accidents can be horrible, and most of those who die fr...

I got home at seven. Laura was already there, bustling in the kitchen with her dark brown hair loose. “Stella, how was your day?” she asked, stirring cocoa. “Come, have some cocoa!” I nodded. “Good… it was a good day,” I mumbled, my voice trembling as my face flushed again. I sat at the table with the cup in hand and told her about my unexpected first adventure at the photo studio. She listened with sparkling eyes and enc...

Riley twirled her pen in her hand mindlessly, while focusing on a case file, when she noticed the ink smudge across her thumb. She'd always thought it was funny how she could meticulously argue corporate litigation but couldn't seem to keep her hands clean. The late afternoon light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her firm’s office, casting elongated shadows across the stacks of paperwork crowding her desk....

It was Aunt Jean's birthday, and she had come to stay with us to celebrate her special day. This isn't the first time. She has been doing this for years since she moved to the USA. Now, if you saw photos of my mum and Auntie, they look very similar until you get to the shoulders and down. My mum has tiny tits, easily a handful, but my aunt... You would need two hands per tit, and as you work your way down. The theme conti...

I was lying in bed this morning, thinking about how I would finish my latest story 'Spying On Auntie Jean'. Then I started thinking about you, my readers, and where you are and what you're doing while reading my stories. I started to imagine all sorts of naughty story readers, and the fun they are having while engrossed in one of my stories. Which started to turn me on and I couldn't help but slowly stroke my stiffening c...