"I don't know why but watching him fuck another woman is a massive turn on for me."
For as long as I can remember I've enjoyed watching people. Whether in porn or my boyfriend masturbating or even the occasional time my drunk girlfriends decided to experiment with me in the room. I almost always find myself slipping...
It was early in the morning. My best guess was around four. John rolled over. He cuddled up closer to me, wrapping his arms around me, and pulling me close. I could feel his hard cock, he had it pressed against...
"A young woman at a job interview finds a rule she must obey at all times if she wants the position."
"Come in!" bellowed from behind the door, as it slowly opened to reveal a large open spaced office. Towards the back, a large oak desk stood. Behind of which sat a rather handsome middle-aged slightly darker skinned gentleman, in shirt...
Hayley’s flat seemed quieter than usual. She locked the door behind her and leaned against it for a long moment, her eyes flickering around the small, square living room. Nothing had changed since she’d left but it seemed different somehow....
"No storm can be contained"
"What do you want me to wear?" Her text message reads."High heels and that silver heart necklace," I shoot back. Quickly I send another message, "And nothing else." If I had been in the mood I might have let a smirk...
He's been a bad boyMistress Candy is upsetHe's her boy toyShe stomps on her cigaretteStand straight now slutLet Mistress Candy inspectShe spanks him on his buttMiss Candy deserves respectShe tells him he can't comeShe lays out all her rulesShe chews at...
"My fantasy to be controlled and disciplined"
I knocked at the door, apprehensive as I was on show, feeling vulnerable, and it seemed everyone who walked past looked in my direction. A young couple across the road glanced over and with a knowing giggle disappeared around the...
We ended up getting out of the cab at Scott’s hotel, simply because it was closer than my apartment. Everything felt numbly sexual. The people in the foyer. The art on the walls. The mirror in the elevator. The smooth,...
Sunday morning was grey and cold. I woke early, forcing myself out of bed and into the shower. Midway through feeling guilty for wasting so much hot water, I remembered Scott. Had he been serious about everything he’d said? Surely,...
It had been a week since I’d spent the night – or a large proportion of the night – with Scott. I hadn’t heard from him since his parting text message. He was back in LA and I was back...
