Eye Contact

Eye Contact by Kilted Wookie Head back, eyes closed, he sighed a contented sigh as her lips slid down his length, taking his cock into the warm confines of her mouth. She knew what he liked, how he liked to be sucked; the pace, the pressure - she sucked his cock with a practised ease.... Continue Reading →

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Fast And Furious

Fast And Furious by Kilted Wookie With the front door barely closed behind her, Steve's lips were on Sarah's. Her suit jacket fell to the floor, her blouse undone, her bra pushed down and his thumbs were playing roughly with her nipples. As Sarah hurriedly attempted to unbuckle Steve's belt and unbutton and unzip his... Continue Reading →

Splash

Splash by Kilted Wookie She kneels before him; mouth open, expectant like a hungry chick. He stands before her; his cock hard, the head, a swollen, angry purple. She knew she had been bad; some unknown transgression against him. Her arse still stung from the kiss of his belt. Now, as their guests look on,... Continue Reading →

Signs

Signs by Kilted Wookie Mascara streaked tears ran down her face, across cheeks flushed red with pain and arousal. The imprint of the rope, with its coils and knots crossed her skin; a pink swelling, evidence of how she'd struggled against it, pulling it tighter, digging into her flesh. Angry crimson welts, such a sharp... Continue Reading →

Continue

Continue by Kilted Wookie The pressure mounts. As it always does, her mouth works its magic. Her tongue coats my shaft with a warm film of saliva, her lips glide along my length. "Ahhh! Good girl!" I sigh as she takes me deep; the head of my cock lodging in the back of her throat.... Continue Reading →

Date Night

Date Night by Kilted Wookie We make our separate ways to the hotel and meet in the bar. Light-hearted chat over drinks as we wait for our table. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the ambiance of the surroundings, maybe it's the result of the prolonged exchange of increasingly explicit messages that have been sent... Continue Reading →

Under The Covers

Under The Covers by Kilted Wookie The windows shook as the wind hurled heavy raindrops against them. In the distance, thunder peeled, rolling sinuously from horizon to horizon. Warm; safe beneath her covers, she smiled.  The thunderous cacophony and the staccato beat of rain against the glass kept her from sleeping, but she didn’t mind;... Continue Reading →

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