Hold me love me squeeze me tight don’t let go fret no more it’s just us tonight once I was alone lost in winter never did I figure this love would become so strong taut like a mountain climber’s rope I’m so fond of you being so near touch me…

My “Queen of Spades” wife wears the pants in the house. — Angela said to me: “I want you to take a look at something, honey. Take a very good look at this.” She turned around and, without lifting her dress, bent forward and revealed that she wore nothing underneath. I saw her arse cheeks, pussy lips, and then her face grinning…

The start of a beautiful, erotic friendship. — Day: Friday Time: 21:53 p.m. What’s up, babe. By the time you get this mail, I would likely have touched down on U.S. soil. Currently, I am thousands of miles floating in the azure-coloured sky, somewhere above the Atlantic. …

Two horny wives get involved in an orgy in a seedy bar. — “Take the next turn,” Jenny indicated. “The place is at the end of the street.” April did just that, even though she was not completely sold on where they were going, not since viewing the area they were entering. The façade of the neighbourhood had changed two streets behind them…

She finally caught a fly in her sex trap — Sally was determined to become a hotwife at all costs. She had recently acquired herself two ‘Queen of Spades’ tattoos, a large fanciful one on her butt, and another near her ankle. …

I worship the ground my Master walks on Whenever he needs me, even before he decides on my presence, I make sure to be there heeding to his attention He can be nonchalant and dismissive sometimes, But I know it’s never for a long while He grows bored so quickly …

What sort of mother am I turning out to be? — In the beginning, I triumphed. My first time being with a black man started like a fairytale dream. I was sixteen at the time, tall and already bearing a voluptuous figure. My breasts were already apparent on my chest, and whenever Odet (that was his name; it’s a name I’ve…

You can’t hide what’s coming to your daughter. — In the end, I failed. I failed to prevent my older daughter, Lucy, from committing the same crime I did years before she and her younger sister, Abbie, were born. Perhaps I was being too harsh and should have applied some wisdom and tact. Instead, I judged her harshly the…