"A morning-after discussion"
The coffee cooled while we sat quietly at the table.“We can’t do that again,” she stated.“Did you enjoy it?”“Yes. That’s the problem.”“Was it fun and exciting?”“Yes.”“Is that a bad thing?”“Well, no…. but it’s not what we should be doing.”“Why not?”“It’s...
"" A delicious treat to awake to ""
Waking up - our bedroom full of the sweet smell of sexual play.My nostrils full of your pussy perfume, my mouth tasting of your juices.You lie asleep naked beside me, a sexy smile flickering across your lips.As I silently admire...
"Out With The Old. In With The New."
"Why?" His scowl expressive in its anger and frustration, as he gesticulates at the newly acquired 'Lelo Luxury Smart Wand Large Rechargeable Vibrator' that is tentatively exploring the smooth, swollen, flesh of my vulva. "I'm economising," I counter, as my...
"Aubergines, courgettes and meringues"
Trolley pushing with Stella; squeaking wheels and crash, bang, wallops; her urchin brood running riot. No cash and very little credit. It's a buy one, secrete one operation, with the offspring-from-hell as diversionary tactics.Hubby is hung like a horse and...
"Things don't always go as planned."
The presentation went poorly, and his anxiety left him shaking.“Get some fresh air,” his boss said.He agreed.He drove around when the slim redhead in the skimpy pink dress seen during his earlier commute caused him to stop and ask her:...
"Lies, damn lies and masturbation"
'Ready for Rasha' screams the social media hype.I am ready; splayed like a sacrificial virgin in my boudoir, thighs flung wide, buttocks clenched and raised as my insistent fingers massage my obsequious clit and my cunt weeps tears of liquid...
"He brings the wood. I bring the fire."
"I'm getting wood," he announces.My eyes flick south. Tongue traverses in a half moon caress across my bottom lip as my fingers flutter amongst fabric confines to release his nascent bulge. The weight of his swollen shaft presses against my...
"Lady contemplates lover's abilities"
Lying back, naked, Linda considers her lover’s efforts. Why are some men so poor at cunnilingus? His head has been down there for ten minutes. Tongue near the front, fingers beyond my slit. Searching vainly among my soaked petals, he...
"Money buys anything."
"Money is an artificial construct," she said her Coutts Card carrying, diamond sparkling, fingers dancing their way up the inside of my naked and exposed thighs."It separates the haves from the have-nots. Keeps the rich rich and leaves the poor...
"Bye Bye Bridgerton."
His fingers tease expertly at my neck's nape. Fixing me in position, urging me onwards as, head in his lap, I suckle hungrily on the expanding popsicle nestling in my mouth.My tongue swirls about his thick-veined muscle; foreskin withdrawn, smooth...