"Work becomes stimulating"
There I was, palms down, elbows on the mattress, pussy in the air with a throbbing cock going in and out. If you have a few moments I would be happy to tell you how this happened to me. It...
"I'm his marriage counsellor... and his mistress"
Principles… this word is one I love to live by. There are some things that should not be done because of the principles you have. I didn’t know that I would break two of my own principles. A month ago,...
"Leila has chance encounter with Ace, her resolve to avoid him vanishes"
Leila heard her name called as she held a garden hose while standing on the concrete porch of her parents’ house. She was aiming the nozzle at the gladiolas in the flower bed to the right of the porch, showering...
"Part 2 of this good girl becoming a slut."
Carl picked me up at about 11 pm that night. I was wearing my sexy clothes underneath some jeans and a loose fitting top. My parents were sleeping and I left them a note that I went to a friend’s...
"This good girl discovering her inner slut."
I had always been a good girl. Well almost always. But so much led up to this one year where I became 'bad'. Very bad. Very, very bad. It’s amazing what you yourself are capable of and the things you...
"Ten years later Annie and Bradley meet to settle unfinished business."
My mother got sick on her Asian Simmered Halibut with Rice Wine in May, 2002. Because of that, Bradley and I didn't have sex that Friday night. We didn't get it on until a Saturday night in June, 2012, ten...
"Five years into a relatively happy marriage, Leila is again tempted by a bad man"
Leila browsed her social media page, keeping up with friends, commenting about the day’s little adventures with her peers. It was 10 p.m. and she had just gotten the kids to bed. Leila’s husband Joel was still hours away from...
"How a memory stops a life"
the ghost of you stands before mewatching and waitingfor me to wrap my legs around anotherso that you can pass betweenhim and meand stop the needthe need I have everydayto excise you from my bodyI cannot look at my breasts without...
"Midnight dreams are often the filthiest."
I lay in my marriage bed last night. My beloved breathing deeply beside me; his slow, even breaths a constant reminder of his trust, and I dreamt of you. Dreamt of your fingertips owning my soul. Dreamt of your hands;...
"After meeting in the bar for a drink, we adjourn to the bedroom for some privacy, almost"
The lobby of the hotel is busy. But at 5:30 p.m. on a Friday evening, I should have expected that. Groups of people standing around chatting and laughing, as they wait for reception. Your hand rests at my lower back...