It was a few years ago and I wanted to show my Hubby the waterfall in the woods behind my father's house. So we hiked back, and I showed Him this small piece of majestic landscape.  Moving back toward the top of the falls, we find ourselves talking of sex. 

It had been a long day. Too long of a day. Between the baby's cries and the bitchy women at work, she was exhausted. Once the house was quiet for the night, she poured herself a glass of wine and headed into the bathroom, the water for her bath already filling

  Now touch yourself. I gulp. I can't do that on the phone. Not with him listening. Caitlyn. His tone holds authority, making me want to obey, but I don't know how. "But, Sir, I-" No buts, toy.  "I'm sorry, Sir." Don't be. Now touch yourself. Like a good girl. His words make my stomach tighten, my pussy clench. My hand

He'd been edging me for days, but it felt like weeks, my body tight with unreleased sexual tension. To make matters worse, he continued to call me every evening and whisper soft, passionate words, breathing heavy into the phone, sending chills across my skin. Each morning the texts would start, detailing the

He snuck up the stairs, wanting to surprise her with her favorite coffee and cheesecake. She'd been busting her ass studying for her dissertation, reading everything she could find on advanced literary theory. With half the steps behind him, he slowed his pace, the distinct sound of her wand reaching his