"I avoid a ticket by sucking a trans Latina policewoman's juicy 'clit' and swallowing her cum."
My name is Jacob, and although I work in downtown Tampa, Florida, I live in a suburban area just about eight miles outside the city. I’m in my early thirties with a beautiful wife and two kids in elementary school....
It's Monday morning. Husband and dog have been attended to. One lies dozing in a basket by the boiler cupboard. The other has gone to wow the accountancy world. Frankly the dog has a more winning personality but struggles to...
Your message told me to meet you outside in the hall straight away. So I leave the party and sneak out when no one is looking. I spot you down the path a way and I hurry to join you....
Reasons to be cheerful.It is Friday.The sun is making a valiant effort to shine.My ideas bank is almost as full as my bra cup.The only cloud on my horizon is Alex. My husband seems reluctant to leave the house and...
"Imagine yourself in this scenario."
Approaching home, you notice your neighbour bending at the boot of their car and you can’t help thinking, (not for the first time) That’s a sexy sight. You're reminded of the regular flirting and various fantasy scenarios your partner and you have...
"Husband comes home too early"
After a long day of work, I finally get to fall on the couch and enjoy my favorite Netflix show with my wife. Luckily, I finish my reports early today, so I’m getting home a little earlier than usual, which...
""I'm fingering my pussy on top of your desk.""
"Help me, Professor Gordon. You're my only hope.""You don't even go here, Amber."I shut the door of his private office behind me. “Do I have to enroll at this college to get some assistance?”“Or you could wait until we go...
I just thought of a new writing name. CandyCups.Right, Dr. Google! Don't you go bringing me no bad news. I type in the name and pause.Well, do you feel lucky punk?I hit search.Hmm, cake decorations. All you need for the...
The soothingly bucolic view was a real-life Constable landscape. Sarah’s pottery studio, her escape from the rat race, was idyllic in summer. Back to the kiln, moulding wet clay with her hands, she usually was absorbed into the sights, sounds...
