Taking her rightful place as a naughty snow bunny addicted to the throbbing dark meat of her black masters was the best thing Ashley had ever done, but it hadn’t been easy. When they had first shown up in the office reception where she worked she had been a shy, inexperienced little thing without the confidence to shoo a pigeon, but despite this – or maybe because of it, she
Clutching the sheets with trembling knuckles, Hayley’s breath came in excited little gasps punctuated by breathless squeaks. The man’s broad fingers brushed over her skin, warm and rough as he clutched her delicate body. He cupped her ass, caressed soft back, held her shivering flanks. She felt like a porcelain doll in his hands, fragile and certain to break if he used her too hard. But then having him use
Who said smart girls couldn’t be sluts too? Lydia had never understood why the two had to be mutually exclusive. All the vapid whores strutting around in their skimpy designer clothes, they were one thing, but how much more interesting would the world be if they were as intelligent as they were sexy? True, mostsluts could wither wannabe women with a glance or cut down dim-witted men with their viperous
Holding out his thick cock, Lee smirked as Taylor leaned into to lick the underside. Smoke poured from her silky lips, wreathing around his cock like ribbons of lace and twisting up to fill his senses. He always loved the smell of smoked Lust, sweet and aromatic as it was, but it was perhaps the taste of it on his tongue that drove him into a frenzy: sharp, intoxicating, like
Etta glared at Martin with a mixture of loathing and longing. As much as she wanted to, she could not deny his stunning body, nor contain the shuddering pleasure he was pounding into her tight holes. But that wasn’t to say she didn’t hate him with a passion, a hate so fiery it burned her insides. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martin scoffed, ‘you can’t tell me you’re not
‘Hey there, Peter,’ cooed the two scantily clad women lounging on the staircase, ‘looks like it’s been a long day at work.’ Peter sighed and ran one hand down his face wearily. ‘Please, girls, not today. I’m not in the mood to chat.’ Fumbling with his keys for a moment he lost his grip and they fell with a thud on the landing carpet. Swearing reflexively, he closed his eyes
‘Dean?’ Eris said, slinking down the corridor in her attractive black gown. ‘Dean, you down here?’ In the low light of the corridors it was difficult to identify anyone until they were close, but it soon became apparent her husband was not here. Briefly dipping into the antechamber at the end of the corridor she found a few party attendees who had stepped away from the packed ballroom for some
Now 2021 is finally here, I wanted to take a minute to let everyone know what I have planned for the blog this year. I’m aware people probably aren’t that invested in some of the finer details of my work, but I always like to communicate what is going on behind the scenes as much as possible so those who are interested can stay up to date. First on the
Bodies litter the rooms, draped over furniture and sprawled across the floor in awkward, unnatural positions. Here and there garments lie in tatters, and amongst the human debris are strewn countless upended bottles and shoes abandoned by their owners, the walls and carpets splashed with red stains. The entire building looks like the scene of a massacre; were it not for the fact you had spent the night at the
The first thing Piper felt was a dull ache in her hips. It was a low, subtle sensation, like the throb of a speaker in the next room, and it drew a smile over her thin lips: last night had certainly been one to remember. Then again, the same could be said for every night spent with Johnny. Opening her eyes, she found the man himself still sound asleep beside
