Toys by my side Awaiting your command A ding lets me know you’re nearI read your words instead of feeling your hand– “Show me…The implements that will touch youInstead of me” “Show me…The delicious spreadThe offering of your arousal” “Show me…How you play aloneDrift your fingers to the moist moundSpread the moisture to the domesOf…
It was Friday after work when I sat down at my computer to look at some porn and give myself some much needed relief, especially after the week I’d had. There was nothing like watching bukake and stroking my meat stick, and after about fifteen minutes of hard stroking I shot a monster load all…
Felicity Paige was sitting at her desk gazing enquiringly at the computer screen. The last ten minutes had been spent trying to gain access to her email account. She could still have been in bed, making sweet music with her other half. This was the last thing she wanted on a Monday morning. The browser…
It’s set up just to be another Friday night in Lushland. I log on after getting all my accessories ready, bullet vibe and glass dong to my left, and there is a fresh beer with the top popped open to my right. I am always careful not to knock my mouse into it and commit…
Here I am thousands of miles away from home and only myself to relieve my sexual tensions. I had only taken care of myself a couple times since I arrived here. I have also not cleaned up my hair since so I had the 70’s porn star look going on. I’m sitting in my room…
Their plan was simple. She had to go to Denver to speak at a conference and he had planned a trip there to meet with some friends for some fly-fishing. They had never met face to face before, but they knew each other rather intimately. Their relationship had started nearly ten years before in an…
I first saw you from afar, across the continent that divided usImages of your beauty, that cast a thousand broken hearts in your wakeLittle did I realize, that my face was next upon your listLike a small, fragile little mouse, fearful of being crushed from those around me My courage, I summed up, as I…
Suzanne had been chatting with a, supposedly, male friend on line for several months. She needed a friend, her real life sucked, it seemed that every man she found affection for used her and then left her with little or nothing to show for her time and effort or simply tossed her aside once he’d…
This is a transcript of my chat with Gena, a lovely young woman who volunteered to have sex with my husband, to humiliate me and help me to earn his respect. Me: So you want to attempt first time anal sex with my husband? Gena: Yes, he can have my anal cherry, if he isn’t…
The perfect night with my boss Two days ago, I had the perfect night with my new boss. I changed jobs in April after a few weeks of personal turmoil (more on that in another story?). I t wasn’t the first time that my boss and I spend the night together, but it was the…
I’ve been thinking of you all day.Really, I have.I get all the beautiful images of you,The friendship and the things thatAren’t always within the usual four wallsOf friendship. I get the memories of late night chats,And of early morning e-mails,And surprises along with them.The attachments in my Inbox,A photo of a nipple,A hand and fingers…
When I think of you my heart skips a beat your kisses on my lips so sweet and soft yet passionate a divine treat I breathe so deep When I think for you my body tickles I remember our chat reflecting our desire none other resembles Such a daring treat When I think of you…
I have a confession to make. You’ve read my story about my online seduction? The one I called short and sweet? Yes, that story. So now that I have your attention, I’ll ask your indulgence, as I tell you the rest of the story, or at least what I know so far. My confession? I…
This story takes place one night when a naughty friend and I start to chat through IM. With her permission I have posted here for all to enjoy. Becca: Hi, how are you, How was your day? Just catching up since it’s been a couple of days since we chatted. Spanky: Just fine how are…
BY THE TIME THE CLOCK CHIMED FIVE O’CLOCK I was a bag of nerves waiting rather impatiently for my buzzer to ring. I must’ve cleaned up my tiny one-bedroom apartment countless times today in anticipation for this visit. Finally, after months of chatting on MSN and text messaging and almost nightly phone calls we will…