Georgia hadn’t stopped thinking about her. Not for a single day. Every night since the last time—since the shower, the gasps, the spanking, the filthy things Debra had whispered into her ear—she found herself under the covers, hand between her thighs, reliving every second. She imagined Debra’s mouth, Debra’s voice, Debra’s hands, calling her those sweet, dirty names as she came apart. Again. And again. And every night, i...

The sun was relentless. It beat down on Georgia’s creamy skin like a hot hand pressing against her shoulders, her chest, the back of her neck. Even in the shade of the old magnolia tree, the air was thick, soupy—more steam than breeze. Her raven-black hair clung to the sides of her face in damp waves as she sank her trowel into the garden bed one last time, exhaling a small grunt as she tugged a stubborn weed free. Her ta...

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Leslie’s family home. The air inside hummed with the nervous energy of the four girls—Hannah, Leslie, Poppy, and Jennifer—as they sprawled out in Leslie’s plush bedroom, the sound of pop music pulsing softly from a speaker in the corner. They were all dressed in flimsy, silky pajamas that felt more like an invitat...

The comfy living room was a welcome relief after a long drive home for Jen as she and Kaitlin sank into the couch. Kaitlin nestled against her mother, feeling the familiar warmth radiate from Jen’s body, like a cozy blanket on a chilly evening. With a spark of excitement in her eyes, Jen began to tell the story of last week's desert mountain adventure and her unexpected encounter with Jim. Kaitlin leaned in closer, absorb...

My husband gingerly picked up the small book, as if he feared touching it might contaminate him. Sitting to the side of his desk, I looked from the book's obscene cover to Jacob's face, wondering if I would discern more than blatant disgust in his eyes. He wasn't always so proper, I reminded myself. Before we were married, he was quite persuasive in convincing me to try all sorts of filthy acts, both in bed and out. But n...

"Want and need are different things," she tells me while I'm planting kisses on her stomach. Her nipples are hard and wet from my suckling. Gently, she strokes my hair. "You understand that, don't you?" I know I'm supposed to answer, so I murmur, "Mm-hmm." I wonder if she's worried I'm falling in love with her. She never lets me forget our age difference, even when she's in a playful mood. I can make her erupt into giggle...

The wine was delicious. We headed upstairs so your wife could finish giving me the tour, leaving you with the dishes. We catch each other’s eyes as I follow behind her. Oh, yes, her cute little arse sways seductively just out of reach, taunting me. We bump into each other, giggling and smiling. I trail my finger delicately down her arm as she proudly shows off your family photos – she’s positively glowing now. Our glances...

So it all began when I decided to take a trip to the local market to buy some fresh produce and vegetables for the week. The weather was so warm and beautiful outside so I was really looking forward to a day of shopping and enjoying the lovely sun. As I entered the grocery store I immediately noticed a beautiful woman. She was a caucasian woman with long dark brown hair. She wore a beautiful long floral dress that danced...

(Rochelle) By the time I returned to the living room carrying my red pumps with four-inch heels, Chloe was having another small orgasm. She moaned, “UMMMMM! That’s a good pet, Germ! Ooooh! So good! Let’s see how well Roach does it.” I held the shoes out and objected, “But I don’t like the taste…” She whispered in my ear, “If you want to keep him, this is your chance.” She moved back a little and put the shoes on. As she s...