What Now…

"With his willing surrender and steady slide into submission, she pushes them towards uncovering fantasies they hadn’t merely kept hidden, but hadn’t even fully realised were there."

AFTERMATHI laughed breathlessly, cheeks still hot. “Do I have to say it?”She grinned. “Mmhm. Say it.”I looked away, then back into her eyes. “The… the big one,” I admitted softly. “The eight-inch. It felt… amazing.”She purred and leaned in, kissing...

Dress Shopping

"A man enters a boutique in search of a red dress for his girlfriend's birthday. He's greeted by a zealous shop assistant."

The bell above the shop door jangled. A man stepped inside, brushing rain from his coat sleeves. His eyes scanned the cramped boutique—racks of dresses packed tight, mannequins draped in lace."Can I help?" A woman emerged from behind a curtain....

Massage Slut Part I

"Sexy couple explores their fantasy with a massage slut challenge"

Lying naked on the massage table awaiting her masseuse, the corner of her mouth curls with amusement as she recalls the preceding events that led to this slutty challenge.  It all started with a gift.  A four-hand massage gift from...

Joan Gets A Promotion With Benefits-Chapter-7

"Joan Opens New Doors With Prospective Clients At The Home Show."

Joan arrives home after completing a two-million-dollar contract for a new home, with her in the middle between the couple and the construction company. She was so proud of herself and looked forward to pleasing these clients in every way...

Your Romantic Little Slut

"...But then suddenly your fingers were gone, and the sting of your fierce hand left my own wetness splattered across my ass cheek."

5:43pm. I locked my phone and tossed it on the bed. I’m not going to check again. For two months you and I had been apart—how could the final minutes feel so torturous? But the words of your last text...

The Filth I Can’t Wash Off

"Some fantasies reside deep in the recesses of your mind, too filthy to scrub out or cleanse..."

Three spokes of a Mercedes Benz emblem sat etched into leather before my eyes. I didn’t even see it, for the same reason that my knuckles had turned a ghostly white as my grip burrowed deeper into the steering wheel.  I...