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Champagne and Canapes

An invitation to a fancy dress swingers party includes a live sex show and much more.

When I mentioned to Jack that we’d been invited to a swingers party at Erica Smith’s mansion on the last Saturday before Christmas he smiled and nodded his approval. But when I told him that it was a theme party, and he had to dress up as an elf, I think he thought I was just winding him up. To prove I wasn’t joking I showed him the invitation that Erica had dropped into the shop where I...Read On

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The Miracle of Christmas

The Miracle of Christmas Another sleepless night, another Christmas fraught with worry. There wouldn't be many packages to open for the kids this year. I've been telling them that Christmas is too commercial and we are starting a new tradition of just one present per person. The reality is that we can't afford even one. They had watched the polar express for the umpteenth time, and I was...Read On

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Red Tails In The Sunset

Warm tropical breezes blow away his inhibitions.

We love each other and are happy together, but we’re also very honest and open with each other and we’d decided that we wanted more. More excitement, more adventure, more boldness, more… something. Anything. Maybe just more openness and honesty and a chance to explore and satisfy our curiosity. We’d married late, both thirty years old, and at forty-one we remained best friends as well...Read On

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Between Two Worlds

Being yourself isn’t always easy.

Charlie looked out over the project. The windows of the opposite tower block were boarded, and gutters that had leaked for years had left stains about its brickwork. Despite being twenty floors above the city, so neglected was this part of town that Charlie thought the best view was of the ground. The grassy embankments that surrounded Tommy’s building were the only things that were...Read On

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For Your Viewing Pleasure

Madam X Always Gets What She Wants

They say, ‘patience is a virtue’ . Maybe so, but I was born with little patience. Time is something one can never get back and I hate wasting mine. That is why I smile when I see them. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to tame myself. I'm in such a rush to get what I want. I do like a good chase occasionally, but not this eve. ‘My, my… Yes, they are pretty, aren’t they?’ I think...Read On

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The Pearl Of The Pacific

I needed a holiday, she needed to explore. We ended up sharing so much more...

"Fun loving, affluent, recently single, forty something Australian seeks a twenty something girl for friendship and maybe more. Interested? I'm in Bora Bora in three weeks time for a short holiday. Join me! All expenses paid. I don't expect anything other than your company. After that we'll see how it goes. sallyrk75 1459678. " It was only a short flight north-west from Papeete but...Read On

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Legion

A Roman general's raid on a local village gives a surprising prize.

43 AD. Britannia. While gazing at the flickering lantern beside him, Legate Vespasian shuddered, though not from the cold. He glanced down to watch the slender, pale fingers of another’s hand trail down his scarred, olive skin and slither beneath the silk sheets that draped across him. The tender fingers encircled his now-limp shaft and gently stroked another shudder from his weary body. ...Read On

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Arianrhod

In the past, a virgin bride lost her cherry to the local Priest, but what if there was none to pop?

Walden and Bayard crouched low in the grasses beyond the crumbling stone wall outside Carmarthen Abbey. The young squire's leather skull-cap kept slipping down over his eyes each time his jaw turned and stretched wide to gnaw off another bite from the mutton-shank he held in his greasy, dirt-stained hands. Bayard, Knight's Yeoman to Sir Setheryn of Tye Gwyneth, elbowed the heaving rib-cage...Read On

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Trust Ch. 1

His need is specific. She is his woman. And, he is coming for what is his.

When he closed his eyes, no matter how slight, he could see the movement of her dark, golden skin against the paleness of his own. He could feel it and that was torture. He craved her touch and the mercy that it offered. A good fight in the heart of battle had always brought him great pleasure, great glory. That was where he belonged. Now, she was the only true delight of his heart, a...Read On

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Scarlet

Scarlet by name, scorching by nature

The crescendo roar of applause prompted the pale-faced stage hand to leap into action. Grabbing the handle, he tugged at the door separating the dressing room corridor from the stage. He held it open, his eyes lowered. Just in time. Having finished her turn for another evening, Miss Scarlet Carter barged her way off stage in a full-on flounce. “It’s ‘alf bleedin’ empty. Again,” she whined...Read On

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Naziri

Being attentive while otherwise going unnoticed was an important skill for a slave. Fortunately, Nikos had made an art out of appearing only when needed, and thus was usually able to remain more or less invisible as he went about his duties. As a result, he was only occasionally chastised by his master for 'flitting about like a damn hummingbird'. He was especially pleased to have managed...Read On

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Sin

The secrets one woman can hold...

The warmth of summer sun has faded Now the abyss of night encroaches Shrouding the forgotten corners of the world From the innocent eyes of honest folk The burbling sounds of life fade Replaced by the scream of silence The ringing in your ears. This is her Kingdom. The stifling stillness is shattered Punctured by the clockwork countdown The click of heels Click,...Read On

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Broken Glass

The sound of shattering glass made him stop dead in his tracks, and in one fluid motion, he turned around to face her. His fists were clenched to his sides and she could see bitter anger flash across his face. She looked down at her hand that just a moment ago had grabbed the fragile red vase, and thrown it against the brick wall behind him. Finally, she had his damn attention. "What...Read On

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Max and Rosie Pt. 1

Can he resist his desire for the young nurse taking care of his dying wife?

The shrill sound of the tea kettle shattered Max’s reverie. He was remembering when he and Rosie met thirty-eight years ago. Sighing deeply, he looked down at the yellow mug and remembered the vision of the two of them rowing down the Charles River that May morning, the night after their first date, the first of many, before shocking everyone they knew by getting married one April weekend...Read On

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Belgard

Belgard: A loving look, an amorous glance.

Liam put his fork down, sat straight up and stared at his phone's screen for several seconds. One new message, his home-screen read. He put it down without viewing it, finished his meal and once again picked up his phone. 1 New Message: Adelaide He unlocked his phone and read the text. Adelaide: I miss you. Are you doing ok? Liam placed his phone down on the bar and ordered a...Read On

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Jen

Summer in the City

I met him in a bar, of all places. I had always claimed to be such a good girl, but I lost myself on that dance floor, enthralled by the lazy summer beats and the slumberous passion in his eyes. Four or five shots of jack will loosen the most reluctant of hips, and I was already feeling a growing need by the time he pulled my waist close against his and I no longer remembered to count. I...Read On

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Independence Day, Part One

Time was a villain. As unassuming as still water and heavy enough to drown in. A cool breeze stole the searing bite from the bonfire before Daphne, and she wished it could regenerate what had already been burned. Her childhood. Early adulthood. And the end of the only relationship she’d had where someone seemed to care for her. She was going through the motions but she’d never been...Read On

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Buz

One Thousand Dollar Revenge

You never know when an opportunity for a cash revenge fuck might occur.

1986 - Troy State University, South Alabama Rex Schneider lit up a cigarette and lay back on his pillow as Tonya pulled away from him and sat up on the edge of the bed. Rex admired her sexy, sweaty naked back as she sat there pulling her panties on. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever been with and Rex had fallen deeply in love with her. “Watcha doin’, babe?” “We have...Read On

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Liz

Miami Heat

Where the rich come to play and everything has a price.

As night descended and smothered the stifling heat of the daylight hours, South Beach became a shameless hotbed of sex, drugs, and tequila. The streets baked so hot under the merciless midday sun, that you could still feel the heat rising from the sidewalk concrete late into the night. Beautiful women sauntered from one bar to the next wearing just enough clothing to keep them legal, but not...Read On

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The Last Virgin

Just maybe all the good ones aren't straight after all

In hindsight I wish I'd taken a taxi. I put that particular error of judgement down to the silly amount of Zinfandel I'd drunk with colleagues after the training course had finished, but it was pointless doing anything about it now as the station was only another ten minute walk away. The summer solstice was supposed to be the high point of long, lazy summer evenings with an almost...Read On

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Buz

Wife Writing: Dripping Wet

Who says a love story can’t be hardcore, all-holes-tagged, wet, nasty, rough sex?

On her hands and knees, the sinewy muscles of her naked back jerked with each thrust I pushed into her. I had her long black hair pulled back, tightly gripped into a wad in my hand. I yanked it harder, pulling her face up so I could see the expressions on her face in the large wall mirror at the head of the bed. “Oh god, fuck me!” She screamed and moaned as sweat ran down her face and...Read On

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Liz

I Do Not Love You

We love as though a lifetime had been spent just waiting.

I do not love you like a whisper on a breeze, Or softly as the warm summer rain. I am consumed each day by a ruthless hunger, That glows like a burning ember buried deep inside. We exist like a fire in potentia, Waiting for the breath from that first kiss To ignite an unforgiving and unrelenting blaze That will devour us both once it is set free. I do not love you like the...Read On

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The Freak Inside

Empty brick factories were falling down around her. Glory days abandoned. Hungry souls watched from every broken window. The black thigh highs were balled up in the same hand with her clutch. They were only a couple shades darker than the tone of her bare thighs. The spikes she’d been wearing dangled from the other hand. It was a couple more hours to sunrise, and the cement still...Read On

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A Scarred Wonderland

Don't believe what you see. Nothing is as it seems. Or is it?

I. Giant, multicolored sails litter the rolling turquoise waves of the Pacific. From this distance, they’re like flecks of paper mache swaying back and forth in the wind, waving little goodbyes as they drift farther and farther out. There’s a hard metallic clank as the hatch locks into place. “All set,” a twanging southern voice calls out. In the mirror, a slim shape in a tank top...Read On

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Little Perversions

Babydoll finds her ultimate freedom by indulging in the hardcore.

The city is lonely and my bedside table is in disarray. Cherry cola fizzes in a champagne flute. A ragged copy of Albert Camus’ The Fall holds a position of importance in place of a Bible. It’s bookmarked at Jean-Baptiste’s recollection of that warm autumn night by the River Seine. I like to reread that passage when I can’t sleep. Next to it, there’s a half-smoked joint in a vintage...Read On

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Laney Scoops the City

How far will a sexy young journalist go to land her story?

Laney Travers walked down the ill-lit corridor and paused outside the doorway to her virtue's doom. Apartment twenty-nine again. Heaven help this well-raised girl. Well, maybe not Heaven ... Mike's voice sounded in her head: “News – real news – is what someone doesn’t want you to know, Laney sweetheart. The rest is fuckin’ propaganda. Keep searchin’ for truth among the bullshit....Read On

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Frank Chase, Private Dick : Skittles

The name’s Chase. Franklin Roosevelt Chase. I’m a private Dick in Pratchett or Fairyville as the locals call it. It’s not a profession for someone who’s averse to getting a little dirt on them. Suits me perfectly. It doesn’t pay well, but it puts enough change in my pocket to keep my vices going; drinking to excess, losing at cards, and pissing off good looking dames. Today I was on a roll....Read On

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Buz

The Audition

In the days when porn was taboo.

Early Spring 1980 Just minutes before, a rare thunderstorm had graced Los Angeles. Rain had poured in torrents, leaving puddles and causing reflective glare on the streets. The click of high heels on the wet sidewalk roused the attention of the guys standing outside the pool hall. They all turned to watch as a very attractive young blonde walked by. “Hey babe, wanna taste of big...Read On

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Exempt

If you must...

Before you do it, may I say something? Annually, you silently loathe it. I know this. You’ll search for us in an aisle besieged with  fifty shades of pink and red that replaced the  red and green 75%-off leftovers. You’ll remain mute while making your symbolic selections. Standing, waiting, sighing behind lines of anxiety laced testosterone in the twelfth hour on the fourteenth day ...Read On

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I Hate You

It's Valentine's Day. Let me straddle your lap, whisper in your ear and declare, “This is war.”

I hate you,  All who are like you.  So, I keep you close  In view  Because that’s where enemies belong.  That way I can watch  The clarity of deep green eyes,  Pupils that dilate and narrow  With the subtle shift of your smile.  I shall not be mesmerized  By the quality of your laugh  That echoes,  The vibration of which  Is feathery  Like the warmth of your breath,  The...Read On