Swollen and waiting, a crown of velvet flesh, cream peaked, trembling, wet with its own desire. Pink jewels dust your curves— a lover’s blush, a parted mouth aching for the kiss. Each gem tempts my tongue, begging to be taken, to dissolve in the heat of my hunger. I drag my mouth across your crown; candies crackle, bursting into sweetness as your velvet breaks— soft, hot, spilling, flooding me with heat. I tear into you,...

I slept the best sleep ever last night. The many orgasms helped, along with the massage, to relax my body. After my shower, a breakfast buffet was being set up on my balcony. I had so much to choose from and a pitcher of mimosas. I took my seat, the hot waiter pushing my chair in. He was shirtless, with a few tats on his chest. A light dusting of hair traveled down his abs before disappearing into his shorts. "Miss," he s...

Thursday night… After a long-overdue discussion, I departed from Tori’s feeling more at ease. It was now not solely about engaging in sexual activities but also about understanding each other better. Upon returning home, I found my mother just setting the table... “Dinner will be ready in five minutes, Toby.” I ascended to my room to remove my clothing, then returned to the kitchen. This is only the third day of my inclus...

You sit waiting, red and swollen, cream peaked and begging, a soft crown trembling for the fall of my mouth. I tear your dress away— no patience, no pause— paper ripped, skin bare, your velvet body spilling open. My teeth sink in, you break, flesh hot and wet against my tongue, sweetness bursting, dripping down my lips, my chin, marking me with your hunger. I bury myself in you, mouth full, tongue shoving deep, dragging t...

Claire stood barefoot on the tiled Kitchen floor, her favourite lemon-yellow sundress clinging lightly to her hips. The hem danced around her thighs as she moved, soft fabric brushing bare skin. She opened the oven, a waft of hot air spilling out and fogging her glasses slightly. Two golden sponge cakes sat in the tins, risen perfectly. She bent to pull them out, and that was all it took. The dress rode up just enough to...

"Honey, are you ready for another round of 'Cum and Go'?" Ron called out from the bedroom, his voice crackling with hopeful anticipation. "I'm just about to start my show," Judith replied, her eyes glued to the TV guide, her finger hovering over the remote. She sighed, knowing she had to honor the deal. "But alright, I'll be there in a sec." The game they played, "Cum and Go," had been born out of a moment of desperation...

I would like to think that my café girl adjusted her chair for my benefit. We have seen each other at the café several timesa week for the past three weeks. She sat down, and the waiter came over to take her order. Deep in thought, she closed her eyes. Her right leg crossed over and rested on her left leg, causing her short floral skirt to slip up slightly. The skirt roseenough to reveal the gentle curve of her right butt...

Eric gets up to refresh Tori's and my drinks at their tropical-themed get-together. “Mas Piñas Coladas?” “Did he just say, ‘penis coladas?’" giggles Tori, Eric’s devoted (and hot) wife, throwing me a wink. "Call them what you will," replies Eric breezily as he pours. On this warm summer day, I can't get enough of this milky beverage that he has made with freshly squeezed pineapple juice and some quality dark rum. As for t...

"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, a creature was stirring, wondering who stole the cookies!" Lara yelled from the kitchen. "It's late, and I need to decorate them!" "I already did!" Milly responded from the living room. "Some of my best work!" Lara stomped her way to the living room. "I don't seem to remember you ever…" she trailed off. Milly stood between the tree and the fireplace, naked excep...

Rat-a-tat. Rat-a-tat? “Hey, I’ve forgotten my key…” Rat-a-tat-tat! “Hurry up little whore—" Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! “Get your bloody arse into gear and open the front door.” “So sorry, Miss. I can’t.” “For fuck’s sake, whyever not. These groceries aren’t getting any lighter.” “Following orders, Miss. Sorry.” “What … Whose?” “Yours, of course, Miss.” “Never ever suggested not letting your Mistress into her own apartment.” “Sorr...