""The panties, Sloan. They’re a distraction. Pull them down. I want to see how much of a mess you’ve made of yourself while you were occupying my stacks.""
The silence in the high school library was a heavy, living thing as Sloan slipped through the heavy oak doors during the last class period of the day. A familiar haunt for her scholarly studies, she had not gone for...
"Paul’s hands found her head, his fingers tangling deep into her vibrant red hair, guiding her movements with an authoritative grip."
The late afternoon sun filtered through the classroom windows, casting long, golden rectangular shapes across the mahogany surface of Mr. Johnson’s desk. Sloan sat in the front row, her vibrant red hair glowing like an ember against the pale skin...
"“Come on, highway slut, show me what a filthy little exhibitionist you are.”"
The noonday sun blazed across the interstate, turning the asphalt into a shimmering ribbon of heat as Greg and Cathy roared down the highway in their bright yellow Camaro. They had the stereo cranked, singing “Highway to Hell” with Bon...
"Noelle lets out a sharp, high-pitched cry, her head falling back as Daddy's tongue finds the sensitive peak of her clit"
Day 8: Under the Mistletoe (Infraction Ten: The Unkissed Moment)The penthouse has been transformed into a labyrinth of expectation. Noelle has spent the afternoon taping sprigs of fresh, waxy mistletoe to the most convenient transition points of the home: the...
"Noelle is covered in sticky Thistle Nectar, her body writhing as she pleasures herself so close to his sweating face."
Day 1: The Anti-Claus and the Writ of InfractionsThe double doors of the elevator slid open with a hushed whoosh, revealing the expansive, slate-grey silence of the North Pole penthouse. Nicholas stepped out, his thumb still hammering a frantic rhythm...
"Greg and Cathy wash their dirty car, and nearly get caught doing the dirty deed, at Sparkle Bay Car Wash."
It was a clear, sunny Saturday morning at Sparkle Bay Car Wash. The sounds of cars passing by blended with the rhythmic splish-splash of water hitting metal.Greg leaned against the front of the yellow Camaro, arms crossed, watching Cathy. His...
"Catherine's dick teasing leaves her begging for Mr. Tate's cock when Catherine Goes Commando."
This story is about the first time I went commando in a skirt and ended up begging for cock.I must admit, the reason I do it is because I’m a shameless slut who gets turned on by flirting with men...
"Gregory was getting more than a blowjob this morning. This cowgirl wanted to fuck."
Gregory has never been a morning person. I act as his alarm clock to ensure he gets up in time for the day’s activities.Gregory awoke every day with his morning wood throbbing in my hot, wet mouth, receiving one of...
"Catherine must pay for fuel the hard way when she ignores Gregory and runs Out of Gas."
I was out of gas.Gregory told me to top off before I left Dallas. I was in a hurry to get on the road, so I blew off the gas station. I thought I had enough gas to get to...
"I was delirious as he held my hips tight and slammed his cock into my ass, emptying his big balls deep inside me."
Hey, all!Well, yesterday was certainly an interesting day. It began like any other day: I eagerly greeted the day with Gregory’s morning wood in my mouth, satisfying my craving for his thick, creamy goodness, before making breakfast and seeing him...