Sandra had to smile when, thirty minutes later, there was a tap on the door. “Come in,” she said. Jason walked in and paused. Sandra was waiting for him in a way he hadn’t seen before. She had her hips on a pillow, raised off the bed, legs bent, feet on the mattress, and knees apart. Even though he still felt some pain, he could feel himself getting aroused. “Well,” Sandra said, her voice subdued and electric, “are you go...

It was a regular Sunday dinner. Brother Leo had driven over with Mum’s car and picked me up. Dad would probably take me home later; he usually did. Leo often had a few ciders with lunch and so couldn’t drive, probably until Monday morning. As I walked in, I couldn’t see Dad; perhaps he was upstairs. I went into the kitchen and gave Mum a cuddle and a hug. “How have you been, sweetheart?” Mum asked as we disengaged, and sh...

Jason watched Sandra depart the room, shedding her only article of clothing, her yoga pants as she went. He remained, a statue of stunned silence, for several long minutes, attempting to process the unfolding events. She had brought him to the precipice of ecstasy, time and again, only to vanish, leaving him throbbing and unfulfilled. She had never before toyed with him so deliberately and then withdrawn. Yet, as he obser...

After the intensity of our last session and my agreement, Kimmie arranged for us to meet Dr. Feiler the next Friday at the bar of a downtown hotel—drinks first, and then… whatever the night and her impulses let it devolve into. When I got home from work around four, Kimmie was already waiting at the door, as if she’d been listening for my car. She didn’t kiss me hello. Didn’t smile. She just looked me over and told me to...

It was a difficult night for Jason. He would drift into a fitful sleep only to awaken again, his penis hard and pressed against Sandra. He slipped out of bed at first light and headed to the bathroom. He considered jerking off for a moment, but decided against it; it wouldn’t kill him to skip a day. Deciding not to bother with a bathrobe over his only other article of clothing—Sandra’s panties—he headed to the kitchen. Si...

Jason watched Sandra leave the room, frozen in place, his mind a whirl of confusion. What had just happened? What had come over his wife? The sudden shift in their dynamic, her assertive control, left him disoriented. Yet beneath the bewilderment, a spark of excitement flickered. He had always, secretly, enjoyed it when she took charge, when she dictated the terms of their intimacy. But this… this was different. He had ne...

In my previous story, "The Last Few Challenges," Mikki and I navigated through four trials, a shadow of melancholy cast over us as we acknowledged the three challenges left unconquered. One was an impossibility, the others mere opportunities that never materialized. A sense of finality loomed as Mikki and James were set to move within a month's time. Mikki and Oliver had nestled with us for a year and a half, James for a...

The elves look forward to the day after Christmas. Santa sleeps all day while Mrs. Klaus plays. Even though she is over 350 years old, she looks as young and beautiful as the first day she took on the role of Santa's wife. She is taller than Santa at 5'11" and has beautiful, long legs. Her breasts are perfectly rounded and firm. Her waist is thin without using a corset, and her ass is the perfect bubble butt. She has sexy...