I felt comfortable with him in a way I didn’t usually feel. He was easy to talk to and asked great questions. He focused on you when you spoke and nodded as he listened. His eyes expressed his thoughts, a conversation of his own, written on his descriptive face.
Category: Fiction
Works of fiction and fictionalised true stories about marriage, love, kink and especially sex.
Door to Redemption
The door burst open and we stumbled across the threshold, her slim body surrounded by my arms. Our mouths locked as our tongues tangled.
Body Talks
“You need to learn to use your body to tell me what you need, not your words, no matter how elegant they are. You’re too good at hiding the truth, tonight we fix that.”
Magic Touch
Licking her lips, she struggles against her bonds, attempting to devour his length. She shudders at the size of it and wishes he had thought to put it somewhere else. Before her words can be spoken, he’s pressing his length into her hot mouth, a groan escaping him as he pushes deeper.
Making a Masochist-Part II
Ian clears his throat and stands, walking toward me. “Do you know why you are being punished, slut?” he asks with an edge to his voice.
Worth a Tri
What type of woman will his wife be interested in? Someone thin with perky breasts and narrow hips? A bigger woman with voluptuous curves and plenty of spaces for handholds? Does she prefer brunettes or blondes? Maybe the cute redhead in the corner.
Making a Masochist – Part I
Having him find me like this, mostly naked, skin covered in welts, my ass bright red. The brush stuffed between my opened legs, his cock in his hand, watching me, is all it takes.
A Twisted Fate
He made her feel like a woman again. He spoke to her with respect and admiration. He got upset when she told him of her husbands’ callousness. He would ask for sexy images and compliment her on her beauty, her womanly assets.
Malo en México
I’m engrossed with the song when I feel hands land on my hips. Opening my eyes in surprise I stop moving but feel the hands shift, pushing and pulling to keep my hips in rhythm. “Your body is like liquid lust, it makes me want to touch you, taste your coño, hold, and suckle your tetas.”
Me and Mrs. Jones
I’ve always loved older women.
The years adding places for my hands to hold as I thrust deep into their cores. Their breasts are fuller, fitting inside my hands only to spill out and be caught with my mouth and tongue.
