"A nostalgic walk brings unexpected joy for a lover of all things wet."
Geoff wasn't usually a fan of nostalgia, but sometimes the exceptions proved the rule. He had lived near the Heath for ten years before moving across the city, and after meeting a friend for lunch, he decided to take a...
"Cassandra has some alone time in the garden"
Cassandra walked through the house; it had been a while. She had just returned from two years abroad; her PhD program at her university had taken up all of her time.Now that she was home, she had taken a full...
"Giselle finds a new focus of her desire"
Giselle left the stable, the residue of her private tryst, still lingeting on her mind, her body still humming, her thighs still warm. She smoothed her hair, adjusted her shirt's buttons, and stepped into the golden haze of late afternoon,...
For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed touching myself. The feeling of soft skin that encased an iron-hard shaft. The heat radiated from the friction as my hand slid along the length of my thick shaft. How...
"Staying on the edge of orgasm all day long until finally finding release."
I woke up that morning with my cock already stiff and throbbing, rock-hard and straining against the sheets. It was a restless night of dreams filled with half-remembered fantasies. The urge hit me like a wave, demanding I touch it,...
"Pushing through heartbreak to reclaim pleasure can be hard..."
Hot, fast and deep. That’s how she’d describe the connection that had changed her life. A connection so strong she was sent reeling at its sudden end. She’d gone through the grief cycle multiple times, mourning the man who helped...
Last Friday night the wife was having a girls' night in with a few of her friends, a few drinks and some food. After I'd opened a couple of bottles of wine, three of her friends arrived: two blondes, dressed...
"A desperate 2 a.m. solo log where she recites her favourite filthy words, all whilst fucking herself to a fantasy gangbang that leaves her soaked but unsatisfied."
It’s 2 a.m., the house is dead, the kind of quiet that makes your own breathing sound guilty. I’m flat on my back with my legs spread wide, the cool air licking at my bare cunt, skin crawling with that...
"It pushes me over, clenching hard around my fingers, squirting warmth around them as the sheets become soaked..."
It's 2:17 a.m. Ask me how I know... I've been staring at this clock for hours. The room's silent except for the occasional sound of my cat rearranging and my own breaths, which are already coming a little quicker than...
"Sofia’s devotion to God takes on many manifestations."
1997The hardwood of the church floor made her knees ache. The darkness of the corner outside of the sacred confessional made her soul ache. The thick cock repeatedly hitting the back of her throat made her jaw ache.But she had...
