My day started like every other day. I washed, dressed, and put on my makeup. I chose a rather naughty, for work that is, low-cut blouse, a half-cup bra, and the open-crotch panties Roy had bought me. I felt rather naughty as I picked up my handbag and made for the door. Roy caught my hand and kissed me. “Do you have to go? You look good enough to fuck right here in the doorway.” He whispered in my ear. “Well, don’t do an...

Roger trotted down the stairs, dressed in loose pants and a T-shirt. Marley was pacing the living room floor talking on the phone. Still naked, still looking freshly fucked. “…because it’s none of your business, Gloria! You have no idea what you’re even talking about.” She paused to listen. “Yes…yes…exactly right. And I would appreciate it if you would keep what you think you saw to yourself. I will see you on Monday!” Sh...

Chris plunged his hands into the steaming dishwater, letting the heat prickle his skin as he searched for the rough texture of a sponge beneath the suds. The water level sank and rose in tiny waves while his fingers probed the bottom of the sink, catching on the sharp edges of forgotten utensils. Already, faint sounds drifted from down the hall - a feminine giggle, a deeper chuckle, the soft creak of bedsprings starting t...

Oh, my beloved King, know that in a distant village by the whispering sea, where the waves sang lullabies to the stars, there lived a humble fisherman named Hassan and his beautiful wife, Layla. Hassan’s hands were calloused from years of battling the waves, though his nets often yielded more hope than fish. Layla, with raven curls cascading like tides and curves that turned heads in the souk, her laughter a siren’s call...

Sarah awoke to the sound of her alarm blaring, the harsh buzzing penetrating through the fog of sleep that clouded her mind. She reached out and slapped the snooze button, nestling back into the warm embrace of her pillow. Beside her, Mark stirred, his arm flopping onto her stomach in a half-asleep gesture of affection. Sarah sighed, carefully extracting herself from his grasp and swinging her legs over the side of the be...

Donya pulls into the parking lot of her husband's billion dollar business. The old man rushes to her custom Corvette, crawling in on its floor. She pushes his face into Her dripping pussy. "Eat," she hisses, and feverishly he does so for the next ten minutes. "Stop," the blonde gold-digger barks. Hubby obeys. "Tasty?" She teases. "Is it Thor's?" "No, a brand new bull," she replies shamelessly, "Now, get out." He does as h...

Silence descends like a velvet curtain as I gaze upon our living room's intimate stage. In the kitchen, brunch awaits: an amuse-bouche of smoked salmon tartare, mingling delicate salmon with crème fraîche, capers, and dill. The main course is lobster Benedict: poached eggs crown butter-poached lobster tail. A bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal champagne chills nearby, chosen for its rare elegance. The space gleams, vacuumed...

Grant laid back on the bedroll, his body trembling and his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Zatani descended upon him. The goblin's small and nimble hands made quick work of his pants, tugging them down his legs, planting a trail of kisses on his exposed thighs, and tossing the garb carelessly to the side. Grant's heart raced as he felt the cool night air on his exposed flesh, his manhood already straining and thro...

In the heart of the mystical realm of Trenedoria, a band of five intrepid adventurers traversed the untamed wilderness, seeking glory and treasure in the depths of a long-forgotten dungeon. Grant and Ginny Silverton were the stalwart backbone of the group. Husband and wife, two humans, with a love and bond that was simply unshakable even in the face of peril. They’d been together for countless years, always watching each...

We had attended the works event together. I had bought Barbara some open-crotch panties, and she wore a very low-cut bra along with a short front fastening skimpy dress. Eyes had been on her all evening, the guy's eyes that is, and there was no shortage of guys asking her to dance. I encouraged her to flirt and plied her with drinks, which flowed from the free bar. I could see from the position of her dress that many hand...