“I can’t Tory, I really can’t” “Why not?” Tory pouted “I told you I am done. I can’t keep risking it. If Daisy ever finds out it will ruin everything” Tory trailed her bright red fingernails over his jean clad thigh and up to his fly button jeans where she hooked a finger in between…
I hadn’t been out long, 20 minutes or maybe half an hour but it was dark by the time I got home. I plonked the few bits I had gone to the shop for on the side in the kitchen and listened. It seemed rather quiet, too quiet really and when I went round to…
Carly shifted in her seat. The theatre was hot and stuffy and she wished she had worn something different but it was too late now. Here she was trapped in her seat next to her best friend Gina. In fact this whole thing was pretty much Gina’s fault not that Carly would ever tell her…
We are out to dinner. It is just the two of us. The restaurant is busy but everyone is preoccupied with their meal and their companions. Nobody pays us two sitting quietly in the corner any mind. The waiter is polite but clearly they are under staffed and so he does not linger at our…
…I had a dream, a bad dream A nightmare? you asked as you pulled me into your arms Yes” I sighed “I had a dream too”, you replied as you took my hand and guided it down to your cock, “but mine was a dirty dream” Which became obvious when you wrapped my hand round…
“Sir, can I have orgasm please?” Looking up from behind your computer screen you look me up and down as you consider my request “Don’t you mean another orgasm Slutmine?” “Umm, well….” “After all you did come this morning didn’t you or am I mistaken about that?” “Oh no, I mean yes, I mean, I…
We are sitting at opposite ends of the sofa facing one another. Our legs are entwined our calves touching, her feet brushing up against the outside of my thigh. She is slightly taller than me. We are both completely naked apart from the collars. I see her glance down to between my legs and when…
I was 17 when I first came to this house. A rosy-cheeked virgin all dressed in white. Sure I had visited before but visiting is not the same as living in a house. Your Mother was sweet and kind to me, fussing around showing me where to find things and then promptly snatched up her…
Come to bed with me. Let’s lay in the warm afternoon sun and touch each other. I will tell you stories about how I want to watch you fuck another woman. How I would hold her down for you, get her wet for you, guide your cock in her mouth or cunt. I would smother…
“It’s the contrast” he said taking another sip of his wine “What is?” “The stocking and suspenders. It’s the contrast between them and the skin that makes my cock hard. It just looks like an invitation” He has asked me to wear them to dinner and I had happily obliged. Regardless of what they did…
As the boat pulled away from the little harbour I suddenly realised that maybe I was about to embark on the ultimate clichéd activity for a women holidaying on her own. He had introduced himself to me as Gussie on my first night here. I had eaten at the first Taverna I had stumbled upon…
I hate the winter. It makes it so much harder for us to fuck. In the summer we can explore parks and woodlands, dark alleyways and quiet footpaths on summer’s evening when the air is warm and ground is dry. Even when it is raining it is still warm enough to find someone quiet and…
“Do you, Celia Mermaid Jones take Toby Jonathan Roberts to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Brain nudged me so hard in the ribs at that point that I nearly slipped out the end of the pew “Did you know that was her middle name?” he hissed into me ear “Nope” I muttered back “Really, but…
Come on” she said, pulling me by the hand through the crowds “It will be romantic” “No Jenny, I can’t, I hate heights they make me feel sick” “Oh don’t be such a ninny,” she replied. “I will look after you.” “You don’t understand, I just can’t” The wobble in my voice pulled her up…
This piece was inspired by Kayla Lords Masturbation Monday picture about which she asked why? *** I can tell you why… …because she can’t stop thinking about him. The way his steely blue eyes look at her and twinkle when he laughs, the shape of his shoulders and arms in that fitted black sweater, the…
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