On a summer evening, after a couple of hot days, the heat had taken over the house, and temperatures inside were worse than outside. We decided to go out for a smoke. I rolled us a couple of joints, and we took off. We were thinking where we could go when I remembered this spot where I used to hang out with some friends after school. Not too far from where we lived, there was a bridge over the highway that was closed to t...

Chapter 28 Mirror mirror The moment they step into the private Mirror Room, it’s like walking into a secret garden of sin. Floor-to-ceiling glass on every wall, low lights catching every curve, every bead of sweat about to drip. Katherine leads the way, her trench coat swinging open just enough to show the sheer black lingerie hugging every inch of her thick, soft skin. It’s slutty, elegant, and screams: “Watch me.” Ayla...

Chapter 6 - The Family United ------------------------ Sarah chuckled as she stepped forward. Mark was more confused. Why is Sarah not blowing her fuse? Why is she taking this so well? he thought to himself. Then, to his shock, she began undoing the buttons of her low-cut silk blouse with deliberate slowness. Was this like a 'two can play the same game' kind of power trip that Sarah was doing? His cock was still inside Li...

It was a pleasant summer day, and I decided to take the day off. I needed a break from my stressful job and was also in the mood for some excitement. I bought a full-day pass to a spa — a clothing-optional place with a men’s-only section. It was a haven for bisexual and gay men, though straight guys visited too. If you were lucky, you could find yourself surrounded entirely by a gay or bi crowd. I arrived around 10 a.m.,...

The breeze coming off the nearby ocean was the perfect temperature. Siobhan rolled onto her side on the pool lounger beside mine. Her breasts pressed together, and she propped her head up on one hand and smiled. I took a glance behind me. The resort’s pool area was usually crowded, but it was early afternoon, and most of the guests were still at lunch. We were hardly alone, but no one was looking. I reached out, brushed a...

The bulge in Freya’s throat vanishes as her husband hauls his cock free. She splutters, gasping air, head dangling back off the bed, saliva strands looping between them. She inhales. Licks her lips. “Easy! Berry notes. Pinot Noir.” “Close. But no.” He passes the wine glass to his colleague, who swirls his stiff cock in the burgundy liquid, steps in and places the dripping crown on her lips. “Try again.” She gags as he fil...

I am a petite blonde with big hair, a round face, big eyes, and voluptuous lips; think of Mrs. Carpenter with green eyes. It was beach day, a day off I dedicate to baking in the sun. I was wearing my teal bikini and platform wedge beach heels with straps that went up my shins, strolling down to find a spot. The Beach It was beach day. On a not-too-crowded beach in Maine, around 3 in the afternoon, the weather was a combin...

A week passed with an eerie calmness. There were no more visits from Mr. Pemberton, no more tense exchanges about the rent. They paid the reduced amount and hoped for the best, but the silence was deafening, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, waiting for the next beat in this twisted tango of debauchery and desperation. Then, one evening as the sun dipped below the hor...

October 13, 2019 “Do you hear that?” Paul whispered, as he squeezed Addison’s ass to get her attention. Her bright green eyes snapped open, betraying that she had only been pretending to sleep. She locked her eyes onto his and lowered her long dark eyelashes twice. She did hear it. The sounds came floating from around the corner and across the room. From where they lay in Paul’s bed, he and Addison could both hear the pas...

“Tickets and resort booked using your credit card. Await further instructions on packing.” Mistress Victoria’s message flashed on my phone. I was buzzing with excitement for our weekend getaway to the island. Mistress Victoria and I were headed to a secluded resort in the Atlantic. It was a sex-positive, clothing-optional paradise. The thought alone was enough to make my cock throb with anticipation. For the last ten days...

On our second day at the beach resort of Elounda Palace Hotel on the island of Crete, we lay on the beach in the warm early summer sunshine. Charlotte was wearing her new bikini, bought in a hurry from a Heathrow airport shop. Slightly too small, it fitted snugly, tightly covering the bits it was designed to cover, particularly around the crotch area where the fabric strained against the mound of her cunt, barely covering...