The water cascaded down their bodies like a veil of secrecy, shrouding them from the world outside. Alyssa stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the tile floor as she tried to will away the butterflies in her stomach. She had never been one for intimacy, and yet here she was, standing in the shower with Noah. He shifted uncomfortably beside her, his eyes darting towards hers before quickly looking away. They had always been fri...

"Oh God, oh God!" I screamed. His cock slammed into my cervix. His girth stretched my pussy almost more than I could stand. My nipples were on fire as he sucked, bit, and twisted them. My ass was red and blistered from the bare hand spanking I received earlier. I had already cum twice before his cock penetrated me. This is what I wanted; this is what I craved for so long. I didn't care that he was married and that all I w...

The gym is quiet. Late enough that most people have gone, early enough that the cleaners haven’t started their rounds. I like it this way: space to move without bumping elbows, space to breathe without someone watching. Outside, the last stretch of sun hangs stubbornly over the city, a thin orange blade cutting through gray. The cold still lingers from the past few days, but in here, on the treadmill, warmth builds. My sh...

It was just shy of a week since Becca and I concocted a plan for her to watch me fuck her mother, Agnes. The planning phase alone was a mind-blowing event. The more we planned, the more sexually aggressive Becca got. She would often show up out of the blue, letting herself into my house to suck my cock or for me to fuck her tight teen pussy quickly and roughly. One thing remained a constant: she always wanted to know how...

Despite my plight, the thought of Emma controlling my ability to have erections or to ejaculate was arousing me. Consequently, I had very little sleep that night due to the throbbing of my penis within the tight constraints of the chastity device. Three times, I had to go into the kitchen to press a bag of frozen vegetables against the cage to cool my ardor! But I knew that if I was to visit Nicole, and we were to engage...

Ryan lay in bed, tangled in the sheets. Most Sunday mornings didn’t allow for this kind of laziness, but Sarah was out of town helping her parents for a week, and he was taking full advantage of the situation. He was so relaxed that he’d almost forgotten everything that transpired over the past week. He let his eyes drift shut again, sinking deeper into the pillow. A soft cough cut through the stillness. His eyes cracked...

The door clicked shut, and the house fell silent; the faint scent of Emily’s perfume lingered in the air. After what felt like an eternity, Ryan reached across the table. He closed the laptop and exhaled. He forced himself off the couch, trying to reclaim some sense of normalcy. It didn’t work. The shirt she’d used to wipe herself clean lay crumpled on the floor, cum stains already evident on the dark cotton. Not far away...

When I got home, I parked the mower in the garage. Mom's car was gone. Thank God, it was Friday, she was out getting groceries. I put my shirt, shorts, and the rest of my clothes into the washing machine and started it. Next, a long hot shower with plenty of soap to get rid of any remaining evidence. Then, those towels to the washer. I was taking no chances there would be anything left to rat me out. After dinner, I drove...

It started as a promise for more wank material—something to get you off while wifey was on the rag. Poor you. Hard and aching after a night at the strip club, inviting the best skanks the city could serve up to come take a ride on your lap. They’d ground scantily clad pussies against the throbbing bulge in your pants until you were ready to explode. Now you’re sneaking back to the ‘burbs, with your favorite e-slut on the...

I glance up at the kitchen wall clock – five to nine. Bob left half an hour ago, his regular treatment day at the hospital. I let a gentle sigh escape my lips, then take a sip from the mug cradled in my hands, the warmth of the contents flowing down my throat remind me of another liquid yesterday evening. The memories surge back, fingers clawing at the sofa cushions, breath quick and shallow. My eyes locked on Bob—watchin...