Saturday morning, Jeff is waking up from his heavy night out, moaning and groaning as he stretches and opens his eyes, feeling across the bed but only hits an empty unslept side of the bed. Waking up alone in bed is a frequent occurrence for Jeff as his wife is a successful business woman who frequently travels the globe speaking at conferences and increasing business. Jeff works in marketing and is successful in his own right, but generally he is the one left at home. They have no kids as Rachel is always travelling but they have discussed the possibility once she is satisfied with her business.
Sam and Melanie since moving in together have had an agreement whereby they have date night every Friday night. This one Friday Sam decided to do something different, something special for date night. It has been months since they’ve properly connected sexually and they both feel distant from each other.
Sam gets home a few hours before Mel this Friday, and he does some of the chores, texting Mel, telling her how much he loves her, how much he misses her body against his. The texts becoming sexual, short little exerts of the things he would like to do to her. Saying things he had only done a few times, or never done at all but things they’ve discussed previously.
“I can’t wait to pull your hair and bite your neck”, “I want to bend you over and spank you like my naughty little slut”.
He steps out of his jeans and his boxers swiftly follows as his hard cock jumps up, right in her face. She gasps at the stiff rod in front of her, as a smile creeps on her lips, her hands start moving up his legs as she moans “mmm” softly, reaching his balls, cupping them gently, looking up at Ben’s reaction, he is watching her every movement, enjoying the attention he is getting. She takes the tip and places her lips against it and give his rock hard cock a little kiss, before moving down his shaft, kissing it softly, all the way down to his balls. Jenny then licks her way up his length, before taking his cock in between Continue reading
Jenny was so unexcited to be finishing work as late as she was. A successful financial accountant, Jenny, was working late on a Friday evening, coming up to 7pm. Her night consisted of dinner for one in front of the TV, watching the romantic comedies that would be plastered all over every TV channel as it was that time of the year, Valentine’s Day. The day most single women dread. Jenny however had become used to this, her second Valentine’s Day without a gentleman companion. Her usual routine would be, Wake up, exercise, have some breakfast, work, gym, home, food, TV, some self-pleasure time and then repeat the next day. Jen had gotten into a routine, but this Friday was a night as she wasn’t able to leave work at her usual 5pm.
The frustration grew as she knew she would be able to go to the gym tonight, get her endorphins coursing through her veins and use the buff men at the gym in her “wank” bank later on that evening. She started to pack her things away and making her way out of the office. Her work attire fitted her body like a sleeve. Every curve was met with soft material, her blouse open enough to entice every boob lover to peer towards her 34DDs. Her skirt long enough to be professional, short enough to cause imaginations to run. Her hair tied in a ponytail, with the glasses; she was the perfect model for every guys dream work colleague. Jenny as guys would say would fit into the category of a pornstar secretary.
“Beep beep beep” the metal detector goes off.
“Please step aside madam”,
The police officer asks politely.
Frustrated from a long 12 hour flight, Samantha is on edge, to say the least. Her whole journey consisted of the most vivid sexual fantasies she has experienced since her divorce 6 months ago. Unsure what’s caused the machine to beep, Her voice husky as she was barely awake she asked “what’s this about?”
“Please raise your arms ma’am, we need to run the metal detector across you, to see what’s caused the machine to beep, do you have any jewelry or a watch or a belt on currently?”
Knowing the burning between her legs, the wetness from her wild imagination Samantha hesitates for a minute, “I don’t feel comfortable being searched in public, is there a room we can go to?”