I watch the shadows dance on the ground, There is a gentle breeze but no sound. Your hand reaches around my hip, And settles between my legs with a tender touch and grip. Take me through the evening hours, I am endlessly yours to devour. You sincerely ruin me, so blissful. So saintly, sweet, and sinful. Your eyes full of bad intentions, Make me lose all my concentration. You move closer still, into my space, Your other ha...

I took the showerhead from the wall holder and played the stream of water over myself, a frisson of pleasure running through me as the shower water played against my nubbin. Satisfied that I had removed any trace of suds, I stepped out of the shower, allowing the water to drip from me onto the mat on the floor. “Good job my body is waterproof,” I laughed to myself. “I’ve been in the shower so long I’d have doubled in weig...

Penny had arranged things with her now ex. They were officially separated, and she had filed for divorce on the grounds of his infidelity; he hadn't contested, and now it was just a few weeks for legal matters to happen. She texted me and asked if she could stay for a few days; I said yes. Well, what else could I say? She arrived in a bustle and immediately hugged and asked for a cup of tea. "Lord, I tied one on last nigh...

It had been about a week since John last saw Selene in the gym or in the neighborhood. He had kept to his usual schedule of morning lifts at the gym, errands throughout the week, and relaxing on the weekend. He wasn’t so tied into the neighborhood where he would be invited anywhere, but there also wasn’t anywhere to be. He liked the quiet, but the quiet allowed his mind to wander. Friday morning John got to Iron Training...

Joan woke up craving sexual satisfaction. Her husband was curled around her naked body. Her hand pressed between her thighs. Yes, her husband was right there, and they could make love, but that was not what she desired oh-so-badly. Joan crawled quietly from the bed and, still naked, went to the kitchen for coffee and to think about her thoughts and desires when it came to being satisfied in her sexual world. She decided t...

The trip began early on Thursday, March 16, 2000. I prepared for the long journey by packing my belongings into my two-tonne Isuzu truck. My wife and two young sons had abandoned my Melbourne home, which was uninhabitable, so I left. I had planned to stay with Vanessa, a prostitute I met during my previous visit to Adelaide in December while driving my other truck, the six-tonne UD, but our initial sexual encounter evolve...

In the dim glow of Bismarck's winter nights, where the snow clung to the streets like forgotten regrets, stood The Iron Horse—a rustic restaurant bar on the edge of town. It was the kind of place where locals gathered to escape the biting cold, nursing drinks and sharing stories that warmed more than the whiskey. Behind the bar was Nadia Petrova, a 27-year-old stunner with roots tracing back to a small village in Ukraine....

Monique’s pussy had developed an endearing habit. Dampness at dawn had to mean she’d been dreaming about Lucy. But irrespective of what shenanigans had played out in those dreams, Lucy had been typecast in the leading role in Monique’s daydreams. She now started her day absorbed in a detailed replay of the best hour of her life: the coolest girl in school naked, and totally into Monique. Every morning, as she slowly tease...