So I decided to help him finish what he started. — I pulled into the driveway in my little black sports car, grabbed my cheer bag, and hopped out of the seat in a rush to get to my room. I’d been wearing this tiny little cheer uniform all day at my college event (greeting incoming freshmen athletes) and I was…

So I fucked him, too. — My clit was throbbing, pulsing with the adrenaline rush of getting ready to fuck this man I’d been daydreaming about every day since I first saw him. He was tall, with dark hair peppered with silver strands, and tan skin — and he looked at me with as much want…

Served warm and juicy — “Fucking wow.” Those were the only words I could get out. I was on my first date with a girl I really, really fucking liked, and there she was — drunk as hell, on the dance floor, making out with two people at the same time. Nah. I’d taken too…

And I’m sorry that “sorry” will never be enough. — Indentations from tiny pebbles were left in the sides of my hands as my balled-up fists slammed down over and over into the bits of chunky concrete scattered through the grass. I looked to the sky as if opening my mouth to beg for an answer, and nothing came out…

Mature cock is my favorite — “We can just sneak outside somewhere. He won’t even know.” I twirled my fingers through my golden hair, smirking deviously as I tried hard to seduce my boyfriend at his Dad’s house. “No, Giselle, he’s a fucking perv, he’ll probably come to find and watch us,” Dorian whispered back to…

With the most curious of endings. — “Oh, my God!” I shouted, my coffee mug crashing to the wood floor of the kitchen dramatically as my eyes caught sight of an unexpected surprise through the window over the sink. It was about the worst blizzard we’d had in decades. The view was damn near solid white, with…

Or maybe she seduced us? — I stroked my exposed thigh absentmindedly as I gazed out the tinted window of our Lamborghini. My shimmering red gown exposed beautiful patches of my petal-soft flesh with a slit to the top of my thigh and a deep, plunging neckline. …

Just like a good little slut would. — The office party was boring the shit out of me, my irritation plain as day on my face every which way I turned. I could tell Malcolm was growing irritated with my attitude, but I looked too good to get angry with for real. My sheer gold formal gown with…

I’m horny and I hate waiting to cum. — His shower had taken entirely too long. I had been on our bed for almost an hour, softly rubbing circles around my nipples, enjoying the flutters and throbs my clit produced from the sensation’s encouragement of pleasuring myself further. …