The specifications were very clear.
Michael wanted a short, petite woman with long brown hair and large tits. Whatever her name was he would call her Carol. She was to fulfil his fantasy,that of the girl who got away from him in college. He had never had the nerve to ask her out, and although their paths crossed in adulthood, Carol, now a well-known poet, never gave Michael a second look. She liked tall, lanky rock star types, and he was far from that.

Paul rolled over and slid his hand between Melissa’s long legs. It had been a night filled with dining, flirting, dancing and fucking, and his morning dick was ready for … Read more

On the flight from Kazakhstan to Sydney, Tom booked his appointment. He often perused the Red Door site, and he wasn’t a newbie to the mesmerising sexual skills of the … Read more

Natalia noticed the older man watching her as she walked past the café every morning. Handsome with an air of confidence, she wondered if he was an actor or model. … Read more

Emily reclined on her beach towel and soaked in the sun’s warmth. It had been a few days since she took a break from work, and she was ready to … Read more

Roland took a long drag on his cigarette. He couldn’t wait for Amelia to show up. He had requested three things: huge tits, a golden shower and someone who understood … Read more

Victoria wanted to give herself a gift. Call it self-care or self-preservation, but Victoria knew what she wanted. Although she had been married for six years to a fantastic man, … Read more

My apartment faces directly across from the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I am not usually into voyeurism but this gorgeous woman actually takes my breath away. My … Read more