#10: Apricot Tart

"100 words, 100% true!"

Sucking her pale nipples, stretching them taut—“Harder.”Clamping my teeth behind my lips, biting down—“Harder!”Grazing my wrist against her sunburst stubble, rubbing her juicy slit—“Oh, yeah.”Burying my face in her sweet pussy—“You can be a little rougher down there,” she gasps.Banging...

#9: Pump and Dump

"100 words, 100% true!"

We agreed on being friends with cuddles but occasionally revert to friends with benefits.“I’m not horny anymore,” she admits, “But I know I said we’d have sex tonight.”“So…”“You can do a pump and dump,” she smirks.Mounting her missionary style, I...

Midnight Office

"On Christmas Eve, the wannabe nun gets hate-fucked against the frosted window."

Three days before Christmas, snow was about to fall in thick curtains over the sleeping suburb.Inside her sister’s house, everything smelled of fresh pine, cinnamon, and the mulled wine forgotten on the coffee table. Christmas lights blinked red-green-gold, throwing dancing...

Spiked!

"“Want to make us some spiked eggnog?” “Sure. What should I spike it with?” “Oh, anything. Surprise me.”"

As we drive along the mighty Columbia past a small pink shack called Hot Cups, she turns to face me with a twinkle in her green eyes. “Have you ever been to one of those bikini barista coffee carts?”“No, I...

The Berlin Wall Of Sins

"One night, one thin wall, and Emma’s mouth finally deciding who it truly belongs to."

Fate sometimes has delightfully salacious ideas.I had booked this little Berlin hotel room to give Nathan a romantic weekend getaway. He had dreamed of this vibrant city for so long. For me, it was the enticing chance to explore a...

Boardrooms & Boudoirs Part Fourteen – Chapters 53-56

"Grace deals with feeling out of sorts."

Chapter Fifty-ThreeAs the hot water rained down on them, soapy hands roamed intimately over each other—his cupped her breasts gently at first, and then more eagerly, while hers gripped his manhood, making him moan. Every touch and caress heightened their...

Go For A Soda: September 5, 1987

"“I want that leaning tower of penis in my asshole, Bruce. Can you do that for me?” “You got it, Mrs. M!”"

Kevin laid the diary on the kitchen counter after reading the first couple of sentences. “A lecture on the economic outlook for the 1930s, eh?”Cassie gave him a thin smile. “Yeah, I have a feeling it was a wee bit...