“Pose one more time for me.” His voice echoed in her mind like a command carved in stone. Sophie shivered—head bowed, body still trembling as she slowly turned to face him again. She was soaked, her own arousal running down the inside of her thighs. Iain hadn’t touched her enough. Not nearly enough. And yet she was ruined. He watched her, waiting. Her breath caught. Then, without breaking eye contact, she sank back onto h...

It’s hot. He’s handsome. I’m horny. We’re in the crowded bus from the plane to the airport. He stands opposite me and starts to stroke with his fingers along my right inner thigh. I raise my gaze and see a wave of lust flickering through his dark, brown eyes. Our eyes lock, and we forget about the world around us. His hand crawls higher and his index finger taps my outer labia. A teasing sensation flares through my core l...

Gut this need from my heart the way you would pluck the stone from a plum. Feast on my desire, for I am tired with longing. This ache: an inedible seed heavy on my tongue. Hunger leaves a rotten spot deep within my core, a darkness that readily spreads. Yet a mere smile upon your juice-stained lips sets me to blooming all over again.

An electric current surges through my whole body as your steely blue eyes pierce right through me. I feel you stare at me with a look of primal animal lust and deep craving. It is a look that is in my own eyes, and a shared feeling deep in my own soul. We can’t wait any longer for what we want. We both hunger for each other’s taste. Soft sighs escape my lips as you press my lithe body firmly to the glass wall looking out...

It's late at night I want to sleep Boo isn't home yet I can't count sheep. Waiting for him I'm sure he knows I'm up to something Until he shows. Time to layer up. Unlike the coastlands Temperature is low In the highlands. Clothes layered One over the other They shall be removed One way or another. I wait a bit more Wear a kimono Over the lingerie Browse the kakemono. Hunger pangs Midnight craving Freezer is opened Gelato...

My first taste of sex satisfied me. Nipples peaked within his fingers. Clit swelled from his licks. His penetrating cock was enough. Then, my clit grew numb to his tongue. More. I needed more. My own fingers, frantically fucking and strumming, failed me. Like an alcoholic, one drink no longer sated me. Sexual cravings... that erotic high... smothered other thoughts. Boundaries were pushed... Clamped nipples, a whipped ass...

Am I drunk, or are you this beautiful? God, just looking at you, and your smile ... It just makes me go crazy!   You're a queen, my own classy queen. Queen of the bitches, and queen of the damned, You're my own queen from darkness, You're my own queen of light, full of stars and heaven. You're my own everything!   You're fucking beautiful, and that makes me go crazy for you!   I just crave for your touch, for your smile,...

Eyes lock, Green Blue. Smiles widen, lovers gaze. Steps hasten, names whispered. Hands clasp, fingers entwine. Arms embrace, bodies press. Lips brush, kisses deepen. Mouths open, tongues dance. Perfume awakens, scent teases. Eyes dilate, pulses quicken. Silent words, fingers scramble. Buttons pop, zippers slide. Clothes asunder, naked flesh. Fingertips brush, nipples harden. Passion grows, bodies push. Asses grabbed, loin...

We laughingly leave the bikes by the side of the road, scrambling excitedly over the post and rail fence and dance hand in hand across the field.  Laughing uproariously as we circle and skip.  The sun, the gentle breeze, our boundless, adoring love.  We collapse in a tumble of legs and arms into the lushness of the field We embrace, kiss ardently. My hands are under your dress.  Panting.  I hook your panty waist band.  Yo...

I treasure every moment But a million moments Will never be enough. A fire that can't be extinguished Bursting from embers into a flame. Desire A feast for my eyes My tongue And my thighs. Desire A touch of my lips Temptation at my fingertips.  Desire Satisfied but still craving Sated but still needing. Desire

Emma Wilde always appreciated her husband, Ray’s, gentle caring attitude towards her. He was always considerate when they had what had become their standard Saturday night union. Always pleasant enough for her, as it usually was, but, for some time, she had been left with a strange sense of dissatisfaction. Sure, she felt good, Ray was so loving. But lately, she would lie awake worrying why she was stuck with this unfamil...

You sit on the train as it jolts violently from side to side.  The pitch black of the winter's night outside, blurring with the flash of neon lights as it rattles noisily towards the city centre. Wrapped in the warmth of your knee-length coat, hood up shielding you from the cold, butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach. Their wings delicately lace in eager anticipation and excitement.  An unexpected journey, one th...