Once upon a time, in a country far, far away, there lived a princess. She lived in a beautiful castle in a beautiful country. Unfortunately there was a curse on the country. The country hadn’t seen rain in two years. Crops withered and died and the people were going hungry. There was only one way to lift the curse: the princess was to experience a moment of ecstatic bliss and then the rains would fall again. (more…)
The air is heavy, the room semi dark. The only sound is the heavy breathing and occasional moans of the couples sprawled out throughout the room. Amy shifts in her seat. She can feel the ache developing between her thighs, the hunger in her lower belly. Soon she will get wet and her body will scream for release, but she has been ordered to observe only. (more…)
The rain took me by surprise; soaking me, drenching me. My carefully applied make up streaked my face. My hair, which I had spent an hour blow drying, lay flat on my head, dripping tendrils sticking to my neck. My silk blouse clung to my skin, making it obvious that I was not wearing a bra. What had seemed like a playful idea – the suggestion of a nipple under the fabric – had turned into a disaster. How could I enter the restaurant like this? (more…)
She was gorgeous. Long, tousled brown hair, big green eyes and beautiful, smooth skin. I wanted to rip off her clothes and lick every inch of her skin, but I restrained myself. (more…)
Her eyes were enormous in her face. ‘Please,’ she whispered.
I felt a pang of pity for her, but squashed it. She had asked for this. ‘Please what?’ I asked, deliberately making my voice hard. (more…)
I catch my boss glance in my direction and I fidget in my seat. I have been horny all morning, after having had a particularly hot dream about him. I can’t help my mind wandering now. I keep my eye riveted to my computer screen, pretending to be busy reading an article, but my mind is far away. (more…)
The masks afford us the illusion of anonimity. That’s all it is: an illusion, but it’s what I need. This is the first time I have ever been to a party like this. I almost wasn’t going to come, but Tara convinced me. (more…)
We are having so much fun with the sex machine. Don’t get me wrong, we don’t use it all the time. I may be multi orgasmic, but even my pussy needs a break sometimes. So when we do use it, it is all the more fun. (more…)
Carrying on with the theme of multi orgasmic women… (more…)
If you follow me on my blog or on Twitter, it will not surprise you that this is loosely based on my own experience. (more…)