"When I'm in a mood, I crave constant, nasty, dirty, perverted sex."
I’m not merely a slut; that’s far too vanilla to describe me. I’m the sort of scandalous vixen that gets slut-shamed by major sluts. On top of that, I’m a natural redhead, complete with pale skin, extreme emotional swings, and...
"Getting ready to shop, Mary Anne meets, and gets aroused by, somebody"
I’d only managed to get as far as my second cup of coffee, mentally debating if I wanted to wear underwear during my shopping excursion before my new life altered my plans. While the slow trickle of time soothed my...
"One night stand"
It’s funny how some things just happen. I traveled to the city where I spent twenty-seven years. I knew many people here as I was a member of the local Elks Lodge. My stay in town was a short one...
"There is no responsibility when you can blame something else"
Who cares if I am eclectic in taste and eccentric in personality? Not me.It is cooler today, steam swirls from my coffee, and the teaspoon rests. Opaque, dark, and shiny, the bubbles spin, mesmerising my aimless mind.Savouring its smoky bitterness,...
"Mark and Sam leave on a trip together and have some fun on the flight."
MarkBefore I met Sam, I thought my cheating days were behind me. Although I still look back on my first affair with my coworker Monica as one of the most fun parts of my life, it was also stressful. The...
"Sometimes a little anonymous, nasty, illicit sex is just the ticket to heat things up!"
I loved the sensation of warm slippery cum splattering on my breasts, my husband's fingers painting my hard nipples as he kissed my lips, hot and swollen from sucking cocks. We thanked our new but unnamed friend, his spent cock...
"Never could I have imagined that a night out in Rome could result in the best sex of my life..."
It is 3:09 pm and my flight has just landed at Fiumicino Airport in Rome. It was a long flight from LaGuardia, New York, and I am very content to finally be at my destination. It's not my first time...
"Frustrated MILF gets relief from the handsome young deliveryman."
It was mid-August, and the UK was in the middle of a heatwave. The country had been baked by unusually hot temperatures for the last three days, and Carole was sick of it. She stood in her dressing gown by...
"For Angelique, the omission of the truth is still a lie"
She calls beige… oatmeal, and our walls are beige. Maribel Deschamps preens herself, and I pretend not to notice. Her bangles, thin slivers of gold, silver and platinum, tinkle when she adjusts her flowing locks. I know when a woman...
