Risky outdoor sex Stories

Sally didn’t know what to make of Deidre’s comment and the gift of the paddles. Her tone suggested she knew something about Sally that she shouldn’t. Aside from a couple of long-gone boyfriends, the only one who knew of her fetish was Austin. Was Deidre just surmising because of her writing? That had to be it, as there was no way they’d been caught on Saturday. Austin had been ultra-careful about making sure they were alo...

Eloise’s nipples were so cold they chaffed painfully against her silky slip. Snowflakes fell silently on her long, dark hair and wool coat, accumulating gradually. She strained to see out into the moonless night. Jacob had told her to be here at midnight. She hoped he was not delayed. The sound of footsteps crunching on fresh snow caused her pulse to rise. She resisted the urge to peek around the corner of the shed. “I ho...

Kitten God damn, I felt fuckable. Mistress’ tailor had gone all out on my costume. I bounced around and skipped along to see how it felt. Frickin’ adorable! It was a shame that it wasn’t gonna survive the night. Not if my Big Bad Wolf performed how I wanted anyway. “Anxious, Kitten?” Mistress was fiddling with my basket, not in a fun way, like the prop that went with my costume. The unassuming picnic basket was important....

In the course of the following tutorials, Simon taught Ramona a great deal about chemistry—how various elements can combine to produce exciting new materials, either in slow, gentle ways, or sometimes in sudden, explosive ways. They explored a similar variety of experiences in their own personal and sexual interactions, and the “chemistry” between them grew ever stronger and more complex. Each week, Simon set an academic...