Freyja's Surprise

Freyja's trip to her favorite Paris boutique ends with a surprise

A SERIES OF SHORT STORIES by Jenni Gee FREYJA'S SURPRISE Although I am dressed in the smartest and newest clothes I can afford, or at least what my poor plastic will allow, I feel shabbily dressed in here. Whenever I am in Paris, no matter how I try I can't resist coming to this designer boutique to look at what I would wear if only I had the money. The styles! The...Read On



A Beach Meeting

Just an early morning tease

It was early, yet already the sun's rays were bathing my body in its warmth. With the prospect of a burning hot day ahead I had taken the opportunity to go to the white sands of the beach to relax and feel nature, in the guise of the sunlight, the air and the water, flow over me. I wandered aimlessly at the water's edge pleasuring in the fluidity of the sand as the sea infiltrated it...Read On


A Dream, A Dare, A Beach

What started as a dream, turned into a dare then developed beyond their dreams

My dream was coming true... actually what was happening was beyond my wildest dreams. The sensation of her mouth enveloping my cock; a cock that was almost painfully hard. Watching my wife, Ann, sucking more and more hard flesh into her mouth as I lapped the musky taste of pussy milk and nibbled on the protruding nub of clitoris. Ann's eyes were shut tight as she relished the texture, the...Read On


Soccer Fans

This fan was determined to score

As he thrusts his long, hard meat deep along my sopping love tunnel and the crowd roars, I make a mental note to ask, as soon as I get my breath back, what he calls himself. The crowd roars renewed encouragement and I can't wait much longer for one football team or another to score, because when they do I know that he is going to thrust with all the force of his bent knees. With my legs...Read On

First Time(1)



Why was her passenger coming on to her?

THE LOVERS Despite the blanket of snow outside, the heat inside me makes me want to open the car window. The arm around me holds us close and our mouths are locked in a kiss that is far more advanced than we have ever exchanged prior to this moment. Yes, we had started as most do, as friends brushing cheeks in greeting; each partner doing the same. As our friendship grew the...Read On



A Small Gift

What could be in such a small unexpected package?

A Small Gift Why had the mail man winked so suggestively as he handed her the parcel! He had pointed to the store label prominent on the packaging. Vicky certainly wasn't expecting a delivery and didn't recognize the store name. In the house she located the letter opener and slit open the wrapping. Inside was a nondescript small black box devoid of any hint as to its contents. ...Read On


No more a submissive

She was a prisoner of her own timidity, but...

I wondered if I should dump the evidence of my self indulgence. Standing by the supermarket car-park trash bin I pull the plastic bag from my shopping bag. Inside is crumpled a pair of my favourite panties the crotch of which was now sodden with my vaginal juices. Should I discard them or risk taking them home where my sister-in-law would be bound to find them and embarrass me in front of...Read On


You mean me?

With all her slim friends around, did the hunky guy really mean her?

“You mean me?” I glance at the girls around me at the bar, but he is looking straight at me. He nods his head and beckons me over. When I reach him, he heads outside, walking ahead of me. He reaches behind him, so I take his hand; he grips my hand tightly. What is going on ? I wonder. Outside in the pub's summer garden he chooses a table for two and holds a chair for me. When I sit he...Read On

Oral Sex(2)


A Visit Abroad

A faulty bus toilet lead to an unexpected BJ

A Horny Shopper “ Aaaaahh”, he stood at the corner urinal and began to empty his over-full bladder. The tourist bus had pulled in to the French supermarket car-park at the insistence of many of the passengers after the on-board toilet had become faulty and many a bladder had threatened to burst. It didn’t help to be last off the bus due to trying to chat-up the little blonde he had his...Read On


The Commuters

Just another commuter crush on the train... or was it?

On the tip of my tongue were the words “fuck off, pervert”; not particularly lady-like but it usually has the required effect. However from the corner of my eye the frotteur looked slightly interesting if somewhat different. As usual the underground train was squashed with the 'sardines' that made up the commuters of the early morning rush hour. Packed so tightly that one could hardly...Read On

Quickie Sex(2)


Love to Live - Working Extra Hours

There is no love between myself and the guy that is now pounding my pussy,

I am not supposed to like what I am doing right now let alone enjoy it, but the truth is I am enjoying it, so much so that I truly believe that I could become addicted. There is no love between myself and the guy that is now pounding my pussy, he wants me just for sex, nothing else, and that suits me fine. Ostensibly, all I want from him is his money, but I do have to admit to myself...Read On


What to wear

She had to please him

What shall I wear? He is so hard to please and if I don’t please him he doesn’t please me as I want. My wardrobe is extensive and I don’t remember what is was that I wore last time we were together. OK, the clothes are cheap but I have buy where I can afford the prices; in the main at shops with sales on. My indecision makes me even more nervous and befuddles my brain so that I have...Read On



A Snowy Encounter

Caught in a snow storm Angela has an unexpected encounter.

Just five or six miles more thought Angela. The huge snowflakes swirled over the bonnet and hit the windscreen, where it built up outside the area swept by the wipers. Twice before she had stopped to clear the screen as the wiper arc got smaller and smaller. The driver found herself mesmerized by the snow's movement, having difficulty in seeing beyond it. The speedometer informed her -...Read On

Straight Sex(7)


Add Another One to the list

Another Saturday night out

“ Yes, yes fuck me” I demand. Just how far can I push this guy I am determined to find out. If he doesn’t like it he can fuck off. After all we met just a while ago in the disco that blares out loud garage above us. I've been to this area of the club before, at first as an employee at the lowest level; a run-around, do this do that girl, then many times as a paying customer. This area...Read On


Business Matters

He has to pay a penalty for his pantie fetish

Damn! “Customer!” he typed and saw it come up on the screen against her name then he moved quickly through to the shop area. “Morning ma'am, how may I be of service?”, the customer was a tall blonde that he seemed to recognise. “Hi, I am afraid that I have let the dry cleaning get on top of me and there is rather a lot, is there any chance that you could rush it through, I am...Read On


Business Matters... Saturday

Part 2 of 2 The blonde promised that her daughter would work for him for free...

Business Matters... Saturday “Typical fucking kid”, snorted Bobby. The snort was more of a grunt as a result of his nearness to spurting his cum into a newly stolen pair of customers' panties. In back of his shop he had found the undies caught up in a bath towel and when he sniffed them, besides the heady aroma of pussy juice his nose was assailed by the stench of days-old male...Read On



So the top says Jazzy, does every guy have to ask if it's her name?

"Why 'Jazzy'"? The voice startled her from her reverie. Her eyes refocused from the desirable dress in the shop window to the images reflected in the glass. Vanity dictated that she assessed and approved her own reflection before discovering the source of the voice. The figure-hugging pants accentuated her slim hips and small waist; her breasts were emphasized by a tight 'Jazzy' Tee. ...Read On


Layla Calls

All he wanted was night of masturbation - he got much more

A Series of Short Stories by Jenni Gee LAYLA CALLS I almost leap out of the chair at the sound of the door chime; who the hell can this be? Stuffing my cock back into my pants and the Playboy magazine under the cushions I make for the door. "Hi ya Mark, Nichole in?" It’s Layla one of my wife’s many female friends. I’m sure that Nichole had told her friends that she would be away for...Read On


Love to Live - The Sex Shop

Julie finds a sex toy i deal for the job

My boss Ray was paying me well over the odds for the extra work I was doing for him in the evenings. And so he should, I was providing home pleasure the like of which he had to admit he had never enjoyed at home. Sex between us was so exciting, we fucked anywhere we chose; on his desk, in the men's toilets, in the women's toilets, the copier room, even in a filing cabinet. Even my...Read On


Number One Fan

An author decides to meet a follower of her stories

Oh my! Have I been too hasty? I should have told him that I'd think about it for a week or so. The reality of what I had done started to burn itself into my brain: a nineteen-year-old guy whom I had only contacted once before in a chat room; my eight-year marriage to Steve. Now I was risking so much in agreeing to meet the guy because he had flattered me and told me that he was...Read On



In the Past

Who or what was this spirit?

The new house was what we had always aimed for but the work involved in getting it to the state we wanted proved to be greater than anticipated. Exhausted, we had barely enough strength to kiss each other goodnight before submitting to the arms of Morpheus that night. So I was surprised and somewhat annoyed to be woken by Harry's grunting; grunting as when we were enjoying the culmination of...Read On


Watching Over Him

She knew that she would have to guide him to another wife

“Oh how could he, how could he?” Sabby felt tears well up in her eyes and her temper rise as she watched her husband Rob's bare butt thrust forward again sending the dick that she had experienced so many, many times doing for her what it was doing now for the naked female lying on “their” bed. At thirty-two years of age Susanne Andrea Belvoysan, SAB or Sabby to her friends, felt that...Read On