The classroom lab is silent. The cleaner came by about a minute after the bell rang, emptied the bins and left. Now, it's just me and the stack of books I'm marking, pen scratching the surface as I cross something out, leave a comment or award merits. Or not. Apparently, Dylan thinks electrostatic charge is caused by the electrons hating each other. Close, buddy, but nil point. I absent-mindedly rake one hand through my f...

Classified ad in our local weekly newspaper: "Certified masseur and instructor will teach you how to massage your partner safely and painlessly. $99 includes all but the 1% 'private area.' At my studio or in your home. Call Lars at ___-___-____." That sounded like just the thing for our otherwise happy marriage. Amy and I, Matt, have a pleasant, if not spectacular, sex life. She often tells me that it's easier for her to...

This is a work of erotic fantasy. All characters are consenting adults, and every act depicted in this story is entirely fictional and consensual. The goddamn heat is killing me. I’d planned to use the free time to work on my novel, but my attic apartment has to be pushing forty degrees. Fuck this summer—it’s unbearable. So I decide to go for a walk. There’s a forest right nearby; it should be cooler there. Sweaty, I ente...

Everything erotic is art. Today is Florence. Two of Titian’s paintings catch my eye. First, she lies naked, staring at us as she pleasures her pussy, her loyal old dog sleeping at her feet. The second is with the mythical princess who rides the white bull, the smart, cunning Zeus, to new lands. Thighs parted, she has one hand tight on his horn, his big hard horn. The "cuck's bull" comes to mind: a sexually dominant male,...

Stepping into the corridor, Talulah quickly adjusted her tie and looked down, biting her lip at the wet patches on her blouse. Although her school blazer went some way to hiding the fact that she wasn’t wearing her bra, the opaque areas on the material defined the outline of her large breasts. Glancing around, she hurried down the corridor, her footsteps covering the sound of the store cupboard door opening behind her. ‘A...

The next few days were uneventful. I went through my usual routine, rising early for a run, puttering around the house, and of course, working on the latest chapter of the new book. Katie was never far from my mind, though. I knew she probably wouldn't call anytime soon, but I still found myself checking my phone. Making sure I hadn’t missed a message. Making sure I had turned the ringer up properly. I usually did that ab...

I had just fucked the wife of my best friend because he was obsessed with pro football. He bet on a game where his wife would go out on a date with me if I won. I won. The Broncos had come through for me. And so had his wife. My debt was paid to an extent I could never have imagined. His wife, Sally, had been so angry he would use her as a stake for his gambling addiction that she insisted on paying off his debt, even tho...