"I put on a show for him, he gave me the best orgasm of my life!"
I slipped out of the living room and left my husband glued to a film on the TV. I was sure he wouldn’t even notice I was gone. We barely spoke these days. He had his interests; TV and computer...
"Our last day of the weekend"
This was our last full day together, and we had overslept. It was too late for breakfast and too early for lunch. We had decided early on that we both wanted to see a little of the city, and this...
"I was so bad today... I woke up horny and late for church"
As I got dressed I slipped my ben-wa balls into my wet pussy. I could feel every move as I put my skirt on. I slipped on a set of heels just for the extra wiggle factor, and left my...
"Gail experiences teasing and anal"
I woke with Gail nestled next to me. “I’m awake,” she said “How are you feeling?” “I panicked a little, sorry,” she admitted. “I’m a little embarrassed.” “That’s okay,” I said, “You’re okay now.” “I know,” she said, lifting her...
"Master Tests His Little Slut"
I hand all my trust to him, he knows I have. I’m his slut, I’m his whore. I’m whatever he wants me to be. Because I know this, it makes me trust him more, love him more, and need him...
"What he sees through the blinds, leads to an adventure"
My husband had been working long hours and many evenings. We had not spent much together. It was yet another weekend of him working and I was feeling neglected. I was sick of not having sex. He was always too...
"Gail experiences a long orgasm"
After Gail had teased me to an intense orgasm, we cleaned up, and Gail re-did her hair. She wanted to put on make-up, but I encouraged her to keep her natural look as it was very seductive. I grabbed the...
Like all my stories, this is a work of pure fiction, derived by an active imagination and a lot of wishful thinking. Any resemblances to living persons, including me, are purely coincidental and unintentional. “More lube, baby. Make sure you cover...
"Gail learns how to tease"
I opened one eye. Gail was next to me, her face buried partly under the bed covers. “Are you awake,” I asked. “What time is it?” was her sleepy response. “A little past 9:30,” I told her. If we hurried...
