Mistress of Smut

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com I watch them fuck. The pool is visible from my window. He knows I’m there. Andrew Jones, wall street billionaire, likes that I watch him fuck his wife. I don’t play with myself. He doesn’t like that. When he’s ready, he will make me come. He puts her on his knees, so he can look up at my window. She doesn’t make him come. Only I do that. Weeks ago, he just had…

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Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com Katie stood in the kitchen drinking a glass of juice. She heard the footsteps before she saw the six-foot three man. And she knew she should wear more than her short short pajama shorts and the matching pale pink crop top. This wasn’t her house. Her Dad’s best friend was letting her stay while she finished her master’s degree. Six weeks in, she felt most…

Photo by Craig Adderley on Pexels.com She held her breath while she hit play, then set her phone on the edge of the tub. After a long night shift, she just wanted a quick bath to soothe her tired soul before she crawled into bed. And to wash the grime of work off. And to have a little menage a moi to get rid of the stress. She focused on the scene on the phone for a minute. Older man. Check.…

enjoy a sweet little tease

Photo by Kate photo on Pexels.com His hand slipped under her shirt, rubbing then pinching her nipples. “I love your baby girl titties. My titties.” She moaned, pressing her back to his chest, her ass to his groin. “Yes. More.” “I bet you’re all kinds of wet under that skirt. Show me.” “So wet, Daddy.” She slipped her hand between her legs, her fingers moving across her slick pussy. She…

the most beautiful girl at the party

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com The house was full. Well, not the house. The backyard was full. None of the people at the party were allowed in the house except Fiona, her best friend and party host, Leon, and his dad, Pete. Leon had been accepted into law school, thus the party. And Fiona was going to waste her life because she failed a basic accounting class.  That’s why she was in the house,…

Photo by Renan Cajal on Pexels.com “I need this typed up,” Mr. Towers said, tossing a legal pad filled with scrawled words on his assistant’s desk. “It’s five minutes until the end of the day, Sir.” Lacey growled. “I stayed late five times in the last two weeks.” “And I compensate you generously for your time.” “I had to cancel a date last week.” She shoved her chair back and got on her feet.…

One and Only Sugar Daddy

Maya’s Sugar Daddy, Brock, is buff, successful, and too busy for her. So she finds someone else to fill her days, until he finds out. Now Brock is set to claim her body… but Maya finds her heart is just as much at his mercy. Unless Brock’s business takes up too much of his time? Will he do anything to make Maya his? Buy One and Only Sugar Daddy Smashwords | Apple | B&N | Kobo | Scribd |…

Love letters to Strangers 2

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Dear You, Don’t let them use love to divide or isolate.  Love is connection.  Love is infinite.  You cannot run out of love.  Loving one person doesn’t diminish your ability to love others.  Love is not possessive.  Love is kind. Sweet and open to all. Love is patient.  Don’t let them set limits on your love.  Love everyone.  Love yourself.  Love…

Angel’s Secret Sin: Sin Again

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!Give me my sin again. – Shakespeare Daniel couldn’t stop thinking about Angel. He wanted her so badly his cock ached. He wanted to taste her silk lips and hear her moans. Sunday was recovering. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, he tried to pretend he didn’t care. That he didn’t replay every single hot second in his mind every minute of the day. And that it…

Every week I share the hottest reads (and sometimes some non fiction and occasionally a sexy picture) I came across for the week. If you’d like this in your inbox you can sign up for either my substack or medium newsletter. Image by Asrai I had to take a little break. Life got really intense for a few weeks. I thought about stopping this but I like sharing the posts. I decided to stop sharing…

Love Letters to Strangers 1

Years ago I aw this Tedtalk about a young woman who dealt with loneliness by writing love letters to strangers. And I wanted to write my own and I’ve always been afraid to do so but these words are bursting to come out. I have three written so far but I don’t know if the series will continue beyond that. Who knows with me? Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Dear You, You are beautiful. You are…

Angel’s Secret Sin: Something New

“Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.” — Shakespeare Photo by Raphael Lovaski on Unsplash Angel tapped her gloved fingers on her desk. She should be out there, meeting and greeting the potential new clients to the club. But she was bored with the same old bullshit. She told herself if this happened, she would sell the club. She didn’t need the money, but she needed something in her…

Chore Time With Daddy

Amber did not want to clean the bathroom, match socks or any of the chores Daddy instructed her to complete before playtime. As she wiped the countertop, she made a plan. She quickly wiped the flat surfaces and shoved the mess from the floor under the sink. She cleaned the mirror very well, then as she was washing her hands, she saw Daddy’s reflection in the mirror. His sudden appearance made…

Every week I share the hottest reads (and sometimes some non fiction and occasionally a sexy picture) I came across for the week. If you’d like this in your inbox you can sign up for either my substack or medium newsletter. Image by Asrai Lady In Waiting from @TaleTantalizing Bedroom Eyes 3 Where does foreplay end? When does sex begin? The Cock and Pussy Marriage. Self Love On A…

The Old Barn Part Four

Image by lisa runnels from Pixabay A half hour or so later, I was in Johnny’s bed, wrapped in one of his towels, while we ate the breakfast I had packed. After the shower, he pulled on a pair of boxers and stretched beside me, our legs intertwined on his sheets. Well, I ate. He mostly watched me with a sweet smile. “I am okay.” “I know, but I’m already thinking about what I want to do to you…

Every week I share the hottest reads (and sometimes some non fiction and occasionally a sexy picture) I came across for the week. If you’d like this in your inbox you can sign up for either my substack or medium newsletter. Image by Asrai Transform Your Sex Writing to Give Characters Great Sex with Five Elements It Was a Matter of Lust and Death Exhibitionist erotica: fucked in the…