Chapter 1 Carl undressed for bed, leaving his underpants, tighty-whities, on. April was already in bed, nude as always. She sat up and asked, “Why don't you just come to bed nude tonight?” “Almost 30 years together,” he thought, “and she's asking the same old questions.” “I'm fine like this,” he responded. He considered the request. He knew what she wanted, what she usually wanted. She always had a higher libido, but he w...

The padded bench is cool against my knees, heels digging into my bottom. The occasional draught down here only serves to remind my dripping pussy that it's exposed beneath the ridiculous maid pinafore he dressed me in. It's quiet. Suspiciously so. But he does this from time to time. Makes me wait. Lets me reflect. Anticipate. My jaw aches and my bare breasts are peppered with saliva that drools from around the slender car...

She opened the door easily and pushed it shut, feeling the reassurance in its weight. The act of opening it and then closing it was part of accepting what she had wanted to happen. The dull thud behind her sealed a contract she had consciously signed, embracing whatever was about to unfold. The villa appeared to have been completely transformed into a place dedicated to a very particular kind of pleasure. What lay before...

It started as a dare I made to myself, lying there on top of him with my knickers still on. We could fuck properly; he’s already hard, already there, one shift of my hips away from being inside me. But the idea of keeping that thin strip of cotton between us, of feeling everything and still not letting him in, has been stuck in my head all week.​ He doesn’t know that while he was texting me filth at work, I was sitting at...

One hour left. Adam sighed in anticipation, glancing furtively at his watch. It was almost four, which meant that he only had to wait sixty agonizing minutes before he could head home. But every second felt like an eternity. As he sat at his desk, fidgeting with a pen, he wondered how many people here in the office knew the kinky little secret that he kept hidden all day. As long as Adam could remember, he was turned on b...

It's Christmas Eve. I'm naked. Blindfolded. Facing the bed, the carpet springy under my toes. Warm breath plays across my ear, Oliver's body heat close behind as he whispers: “Ready for your final gift?” There's a catch to his voice and I shiver despite the room’s warmth. Bite my lip. Nod. In truth, I've no idea how he'll top the last 23 days. It's been a whirlwind of exploration. Boundaries pushed, then shattered. Every...

The morning arrives gray and drizzling, matching my nervous energy as I stand before my closet. Aaron's instruction to wear something that buttons down the front eliminates most options, leaving me with a cream silk blouse that fastens with pearl buttons from collar to hem. I pair it with a navy pencil skirt and low heels, the epitome of professional respect. I put my hair into the French braid I know Aaron likes before a...

It is a lazy Saturday morning, and the freshman college team is out for practice again at the field. All except one girl. Standing some hundred yards to the side by the metal chain-link fence, the Left Fielder bites down on her lips. This time, a little more intently than usual. Crack! The sound of the bat rings out as she looks up. The batter at home base has scored another solid hit on a heater, and her eyes follow the...

When you left, I should have followed you. But I was foolish and didn’t think you’d actually go. Now it’s too late to say I’m sorry. I see you with another girl, and it crushes my soul that I let you slip through my fingers. Envisioning your hands all over her body, your mouth kissing her perky breasts, and your magnificent cock sliding into her hot pussy is more than I can bear. I tell myself it’s not my fault. I didn’t...

There are words to describe Anna Hadlow. Confident, sassy, and smart, for starters. Ravishingly pretty too, in her effortless girl-next-door kind of way. As her tutor, I'm not supposed to admit that, but it's true. However, as I stare into my webcam at the way she nonchalantly slips one breast from the scoop neckline of her aquamarine summer dress, a whole slew of other adjectives spring to mind. None of them wholesome. T...