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It’s Friday evening and as I load the dishwasher I try not
to think how weary I am feeling. Sam has had a busy day
too, I’ve heard about it over dinner, his unreliable office
staff and how the majority are taking time off due to
‘Stress!’ he exclaims, they’ve never done a day’s work
in their lives, how can they have stress?’
I turn the dial, it clicks and I hear the whoosh of water
beginning to fill the dishwasher. It’s a signal to Sam; he
will appear in the doorway and wink at me. I know this
because it’s Friday and for the greater part of our married
life we always have ... Continue»
‘What do you remember?’
She shook underneath me, looking up with those crystal
eyes. The uncertainty in them warred with sheer whorish
need. My hand shot forward, startled her, yanked her hair
with one deft jerk. Her mouth fell open. She panted. She
always panted when I did that.
‘I asked you a question.’
She took a breath. Swallowed. Tried to rein it in. My
cock jumped in my pants when she licked her lips. I could
read her mind, but I wanted her to tell me.
I shook her by the hair, threw her like a rag doll. She
yelped. Her nails dug into my thighs until I slapped her
hands away. ... Continue»
I’d never been one to believe that sex was necessarily
better with people you were in love with.
Sure, the idea was nice, and there was a little bit of the
hopeful romantic even in me that hoped it was true. But I
was also practical enough to know that you could have
mind-blowing sex with people you weren’t madly in love
with, or people you didn’t even like that much.
Great sex doesn’t have to make sense.
But I couldn’t understand why, when I finally found
someone I liked beyond breakfast, the sex wasn’t
knocking my socks off.
It wasn’t fair.
He was just a little vanilla for my tas... Continue»
He’d met her at a dinner party, one of those half-business,
half-pleasure things for the university that had filled too
much of his time that summer. The night was hot and
Midwest muggy, but for some reason they’d been led
outside for after-dinner drinks in the bugs and the
flickering light of the citronella torches. He first noticed
her then, pretty, tall but rounded with light brown hair and
hard green eyes, and he had watched her as she leaned
alone against a column on the shadowed patio while his
friends chattered around him about movies and health
clubs, watched until she had fi... Continue»
When I was in my mid teens I felt a sudden urge to do
some reading and give myself an education. For want of a
personal guide, I took the advice of the wise people at
Penguin. If the book had a black spine (classics) or a grey
spine (modern classics) then it must at least be worthy of
my consideration. Orange spines were risky. They might
be second-rate, frivolous even, and I wanted serious
After Kafka, Flaubert and Plato I felt obliged to wade
into the Russians. I don’t think I ever finished one and
after all these years I only remember how long it took
carriages to get ou... Continue»
I recently read my husband version and this is my recollection of how it all started.
I´m not sure if it was my husband that made me a Black Cock Slut or if it was just waiting to happen, but either way it opened Pandora’s box.
I met Simon when he was 17 and I was 14. I had never had another boyfriend and not long after my 15th birthday we were fucking like rabbits at every opportunity.
I never really got on with birth control pills so it was condoms or withdrawal method. I always preferred the withdrawal as I hated the feel of condoms, so I was very pleased when Simon had the snip se... Continue»
I am probably going to ramble so please forgive me as i am not used to this kind of thing!
I have known my master for many years but we lost touch for a long time and never knew each other as anything but friends. Quite how i became his sub is unclear, i have never been a sub or that way inclined before and Master has never been one before. It just kind of happened.
We had messaged each other a fair bit and master became flirty. I resisted as I am married but I have an appitite for sex that couldnt hold back for long and pretty soon we were having many sexy chats. Just something ... Continue»
Having worked at the company for almost three years and
having made no attempt to hide the fact that I was a
lesbian, I suppose that it didn’t come as much of a surprise
when one of the other women came over to ask me if I had
a lot of lesbian friends.
More than just idle curiosity, however, it turned out that
Sally was also a lesbian and that, to my initial horror, she
made a bit of extra cash holding sales parties in the
evenings and at weekends. But rather than selling Amway,
Tupperware or any of that rubbish, I actually breathed a
sigh of relief when she told me that she sold fet... Continue»
Although she would never admit it to anyone else, Claudia
was actually relieved when Mark died. Theirs had not
been what you would call a fulfilled marriage. She had
never been too keen on sex, so she could hardly complain
when he sought his pleasure elsewhere. But it was his
attempts to introduce her, convert her, to practices she
thought were just plain wrong that really annoyed her. I
mean, tying someone up before making love to them –
what was that all about?
‘At least he didn’t suffer,’ her s****r, Helen, said in an
effort to comfort her, though she didn’t need comforting.
His ... Continue»
John ‘Long’ Johnson held up a weather-browned hand,
bringing to a halt the six horsemen and women trailing
behind him. He pushed back his dusty, ten-gallon cowboy
hat and shaded his brow, squinting stinging sweat out of
his blazing blue eyes as he gazed down at the ramshackle
collection of wood frame buildings and homes that were
Dike City, Kansas. Shimmering waves of heat rose off the
sun-baked land below, and the sluggish Little Snake River,
which regularly overflowed its banks and the town’s
crudely constructed dykes, wound its way like a muddy
artery through the burnt-stubble hea... Continue»
It was only supposed to be a part-time cleaning job, a bit
of extra money to help pay off the credit card bills. After
all, it was common knowledge in the town where I lived
that Mrs Simmons was always looking for maids, cleaners
and other staff to help run her massive hilltop mansion.
But as you’ve probably guessed from the fact that I’m
taking the time to write this story, from the moment that I
arrived for my interview I could never have imagined
what would happen next, and I’m still not quite sure if it
Of course, if I’d even suspected that Mrs Simmons was
engaged in anythi... Continue»
The first thing he felt was the burning, the rawness, where
the ropes bit into his wrists and ankles. Next was the
throbbing. Though he was lying stiffly on his back, limbs
pulled taut, he felt as if he were riding a roller-coaster, his
head reeling. When his eyes fluttered open, a blur of
shapes and colours stung his corneas, and it took several
minutes before his vision sharpened enough to distinguish
His eyes darted around the room. When he saw the
Double Indemnity poster, there was a spark in his brain.
An apartment. Her apartment. But what was her name? He
couldn’t rem... Continue»
‘Rene and I broke up’ Monique told me as she stirred her
coffee. I was checking my make-up and nearly smeared
the lipstick all over my face when she said this.
I never did like Rene for her: Beautiful and handsome
yes, but too involved with his own good looks. I can’t bear
that type but, then again, Monique and I are different in so
many ways. She rarely wears make-up while I prefer a
bolder look. Her high cheekbones, lovely slanted eyes,
whiskey lips and sandy hair come from a Chinese mother
and Dutch father. I got my black hair and alabaster
complexion from a Latin and Greek backgr... Continue»
When Joe Coup saw the bright lights on the dark, lonely
logging road up ahead, he stomped the brakes and banged
the steering wheel.
‘Hell’s bells!’ he growled.
The brilliant, vertical beam of pure, white light swept
up the dirt road towards his battered pick-up truck. He
slammed into reverse, stomped the accelerator. The
vehicle shot backwards, jouncing crazily over water-filled
potholes, Joe’s head ricocheting off the bare metal roof,
clamping his hardhat down like a bottle cap.
The speedometer needle quivered up to fifty then fell
like a tree. The beam of light had suffused the tr... Continue»
She was sitting in the middle of a stone circle, when I first
saw her. She sat cross-legged on the centre stone,
watching me calmly. She was naked; but that was the least
surprising thing about her. Though small and slim, she had
a luscious figure, flared hips and conical breasts with
sprawling aureoles. And her delicate complexion was of
Her face was weirdly beautiful, long and thin with a
snub-nose and full crimson lips, and her slanted eyes were
golden. Pointed ears poked through waist-length hair that
was a riot of red and blues, yellows and greens, and
colours I co... Continue»
I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just
how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a
blindfold has over time sharpened my other senses
dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a
different person. I can smell the paraffin wax candles, the
sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet
to descend the basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the
glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body.
I know that you’re watching me. I stand a little taller. I
can feel the worship in your eyes. Though I’m bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen.
I sen... Continue»
I nodded at the bartender, Matt, and he grinned back at
me. Rap music thundered out of the overhanging speakers,
shaking the walls of the strip club, egging on a silicontitted
blonde gyrating against the centre stage silver pole.
The place was packed for noontime, and the hungry crowd
greedily shovelled the three dollar lunch into their faces,
as they ogled the balloon-breasted blonde. She held no
interest for me, however, not with her chicken legs.
I quickly threaded my way through the cheering and
chewing mob, walked down a hall that led to the
washrooms, on past the washrooms, and... Continue»
Frank watched her from his window every day. Her
apartment was a floor above and across the alleyway, so
he was looking up at her when she worked in her kitchen.
She often had on shorts or a little skirt and sometimes
just panties. He dreamed of tying her up with rope. She
would be so helpless and vulnerable and beautiful. He
could do whatever he wanted to her.
One night he looked up and she was getting spanked
right there in her kitchen as she washed dishes. A large
man yanked her light pink panties up the crack of her ass
and spanked her round beautiful tan cheeks.
Frank stayed in... Continue»
Is there anything more erotic, more satisfying, more – mere words fail me – than going down on a woman, eating hair pie, giving her head, having a box lunch, performing oral sex, eating her out, etc.? I think not.
What is more the essence of sex than a woman’s vagina? The source of her pleasure, home of the clitoris, center of her sexual universe? Nothing, in my opinion.
All roads lead to the vagina, do they not? Look at a lovely woman. On the street, in the mall, at work – anywhere. Her abundant hair, alluring eyes, soft full lips. Follow down the curve of her neck, the swell of her bre... Continue»
She walked down the dark long passageway inside the club was dimly lit, the walls were painted red, with black detail, she made her way to a changing room, it was more of a cubicle with a curtain that gave some degree of privacy than a changing room. She had just finished work and was in need of some fun.
She emerged from the cubicle dressed leaving little to the imagination, she wore knee high black boots, a short black skirt and a peep hole bra, her pierced nipples protruded from within. She wore a black studded collar and a black butterfly shaped mask. As she had been seen walking into the... Continue»