"Waaaaalteeeeer!"
First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Mable. I have lived on our street for a long time and I like to keep a close eye on things. My husband, Walter, wrongly accuses me of being too nosy....
"Who Gets Fucked in the End?"
My stomach lurches as I read her text:This is Felicia, you fucking cheater. Yes, I know you are married. Unless you want me to tell your wife, meet me tonight at my apartment, to fulfill the fantasies of my choosing....
"Will hottie husband and rosie cheeks pop their anal cherries?"
“What do we do now?” I ask smiling.We are still bent over the bed, with our new toys in our respective asses.“Well, we leave them in a while and then take them out. So, why don't we go watch some...
You probably have no idea your hard nipples are trying desperately to poke through the white t-shirt you stole from me. I want to bite them.Do you know your tits bounce to-and-fro as you dust off the dresser? I want...
I hit send and wait. Ding.You roll over to read your message. But, it isn't really a message now, is it? It is a video - of my glossy red lips, sucking on a candy cane.I see your brows furrow in confusion,...
What is a unicorn? Most define it as a beautiful mythical creature - a horse with a straight horn protruding from its forehead. In more general terms, it is defined as something difficult to find, but highly desirable. For me,...
Please, I whisper.Hair, dripping with sweat, sticks to my face.Voice, hoarse from screaming, longs for his warm cum to coat my aching throat.Nipples, stressed from being pinched, bitten, and sucked, squeal for ice cubes to be pressed against them.Wrists, raw...
Will you work for it?I won’t give it freely, you know.You have to earn it.It takes commitment. Will you take the timeto analyze my needs,learn my desires,understand my limits? Can you demand what I freely submit? You have to see my strength.Submission is...
"A romantic romp in the rears..."
We look into each other's eyes and smile.We are lying face down, bent over the bed, side-by-side.Oh, and we are naked from the waist down.And before I go any further, my husband says he wants to add a few need-to-know...
Butterflies. I know what they are - because of him. The fluttering persists in my lower tummy. My head swoons. I feel my face flush, with my imagination running wild already.I keep rereading his text, Driving through town. Have 30 minutes....