I lived in pre- and post-fall-of-the-Wall Berlin in the late eighties and nineties. It lived up to its reputation as a wild, exciting, vibrant, eclectic and multi-everything city full of life, love and sex if you knew where to look. On one memorable occasion, it came looking for me. I lived alone in a nice rooftop apartment on Berliner Straße in Wilmersdorf. My love life had recently taken a turn for the worse when my Ger...

Jottings from my diary made during a career in flying spanning thirty-eight years. One I flew in the Royal Air Force from the age of twenty-one to twenty-eight. I enjoyed various postings, both in the UK and abroad. I left and joined a civil airline based in Luton. This story begins one month after I finished my conversion training onto the Boeing 707. The airline flew once a week to Saint Lucia, in the Caribbean. The fli...

Manchester for three days. The worst possible layover on the roster. There were several reasons why nobody wanted to do the three-day rotation out of Manchester. One was that all the flights were night departures to a Greek destination with a return early in the morning. The second reason was that the crew stayed at the airport hotel, The Holiday Inn Express, right on the M56 interchange. The other reason was that there w...

Shania sits at her laptop computer in her spacious, semi-darkened bedroom. Her privacy is assured as her family is out at her aunt's house until ten o'clock. She is wearing a Shania Twain cotton T-shirt and pink panties. The evening is warm enough to leave the windows open. She is home from Nielson's College for the summer break. She has time to spare. She does not want to waste it so she has given herself a project, a go...

Daddy’s New Personal Assistant If you haven’t already read Part One of Daddy’s New Personal Assistant, it might help you understand this second phase a little better. 1 I lay, naked under the fluffy towel, on the bed scrolling through old social media posts looking at pictures of my mother, Melissa. Some included me and a few had Dad in there too but mostly I looked at the ones of just her, her smile, her vitality, her en...

This work of fiction is purely and simply erotica, porn, call it what you like. There is no moral arc, no grandiose story nor any attempt to develop interesting and well-rounded characters. It is a novel of illicit sex, illegal in most societies and frowned upon almost everywhere. It seems to be a popular subject for this genre simply because of these reasons! Please enjoy, criticize, and comment as you like. Thank you. J...

1. How a late starter got started and didn’t want to stop! If you were looking for a very best friend, Evelyn would be hard to beat, decided Miranda. They had known each other since meeting at the kindergarten in their small mid-western town. Chuckles Daycare Club had kept the toddlers of Midland, Ohio, happy for over a generation. Now, twenty years later, they were still inseparable. The difference now was that Evelyn ha...

I moved into the attic room on the roof just after my fifteenth birthday. I loved the isolation, the feeling of separation, almost independence, it gave me. I felt master of my own domain, in charge, when all that changed was I now lived above my parent’s bedroom in our rather cramped house in the suburbs. My younger siblings now at last had bedrooms to themselves, something that benefited us all. Three years went by and...