Me and my stepdaddy finally got something we wanted. — My stepbrother was a spoiled brat who got everything he wanted, when he wanted, and got it all his way. Not today, I thought with a smirk, as I watched the downpour of unexpected rain completely ruin his entire party. Guests and family had rushed into the kitchen, begging forgiveness…

You need a little stress relief, babe. — I stood in silence in the bathroom near the glass shower door, watching my man’s body move beneath the water, studying the body language like a scholar focused only on my attraction to him. “You’re stressed,” I stated firmly after a few minutes. He’d been in there for so long…

My special surprise and how I shared it. — The night picnic I’d been sharing with my boyfriend was amazing. The stars twinkled beautifully, the air was cool and crisp enough to send my nipples perking through the thin, sheer fabric of my top, and the wine had definitely soothed my nerves a bit. “I still have one more…

Should I fuck the manager? — The day had taken forever but finally, me and the manager on duty managed to shut the whole store down. Only a few small tasks remained, which had to be done by Richard (the manager), so I wandered the clothing department absent-mindedly. When it felt like it was taking too…

That dirty little motel wasn’t as filthy as me. — I pulled up to the motel with a slight shiver, not enjoying how sleazy and cheap it looked — had I had it my way, I’d be checking into a nicer place, but I didn’t want my husband to find me and I knew he wouldn’t check a place like…

Nothing makes a girl happier than a thick member inside of her. — Being 18 is hard no matter what kind of life you’re living, so there I was, crying in my bed with soft pillows and my big, fluffy pink blanket trying to comfort me. Everything felt like the hardest thing I’d ever done and it felt like I’d been sad forever. …

I didn’t expect him to fuck like that. — It wasn’t at all like I intended to be that kind of girl doing that kind of cliché thing, but when I saw my grade tanking like it was, my pussy got wet thinking about using it to my advantage. And it was a perfect situation. My professor was a…

Her bad mood is fixed by sex with the hired help. — Another party, another fancy dress, another round of expensive hors d’oeuvres, and I was still grouchy. I hated these big flashy events. Parties are thrown by rich socialites constantly in my life and normally I’m a lot better about attending these with a reasonably fake attitude to keep the other…

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…