When the La Vie en Rose replaced the old Dixie Bakery, no one took much notice, at first. But when the heady aroma of savory and sweet croissants, scones, tarts, and fine Italian coffee began to waft out of the small building every morning, noses took interest. Feet, mouths, and wallets soon followed. After four years of study and apprenticeship in Paris, Rose had returned to the American south. She took over a tired, dec...

It started my senior year in high school. My spanking fetish, I mean. I was fucking my track coach. Well, he was fucking me, I should say. I was bent over the side chair in his office, and he was giving it to me, really good. He had this super-thick cock, and it was stretching me really wide — way more than either of my previous boyfriends or my uncle had ever stretched me. And he had these really big, black balls, and th...

Chuck sat restlessly in his hotel room. He was meeting an old friend for dinner at 7:00, but it seemed like an eternity away. He thumbed his phone, he toggled TV channels, and he poked at the novel he had started on the plane. In the end, he couldn’t spend more than a consecutive minute on any of them. “Why am I so agitated?” he asked himself, out loud. At last, he flung his Michael Chabon across the room. I gotta get out...

Emperor Trajan watched, aroused, as the slaves were prepared backstage. He wasn’t sure whom he wanted to trade places with more: The woman rubbing oil into the full breasts of the Nubian slave, or the man bringing the gladiator Wilhelm’s cock to its full, rigid length. Trajan was well known and well thought of throughout Rome for many things. He had led the Empire to the greatest geographic reach in its history. The publi...

He lies Between the dunes of her thighs. She starts In a sea across the world. Tides, storms Trigger curves of energy. Tongue, lips Draw a string taut within her. Swells form Rolling across vast distance. Her breath Draws in quickened, shortened bursts. The reef Trips the sea and God tumbles. Her back Arches as her legs grip him. A wave Forms, curling toward the beach. Gasps, groans Escape the O of her lips. Thunder Rumbl...

It was the first neighborhood block party of the summer. At thirty-two, Mark was quite a bit younger than most of his neighbors. Nevertheless, Mark rarely missed one of the monthly get-togethers. His friends wondered why he bothered, but what they didn’t appreciate was that these otherwise boring parties offered free food, free drink, and, sometimes, free pussy. There were hot cougars looking for a little on the side, a f...

Anna followed a particular routine. She would plug in her favorite rabbit vibrator to ensure a full, powerful charge, and then take a bath. After drying off, depending on her mood, she might get right to it, or perhaps she would watch a bit of porn to get herself rev’d up. Sometimes, she would give her ass a little spanking, and her nipples a tweak or two, if she really needed to wake up her senses. But, eventually, she w...

When they arrived at the dock, the beautiful Afro-English maid was waiting with dressing gowns. She had always been rather unfriendly before, but in this moment, she handed the robes to Jesse and Jack with a look of caring empathy. Jack and Jesse were exhausted. They struggled up the very steep path and stairs until they reached the back lawn. Winston had told them to take a nap and to have a bath. Jack and Jessie agreed...

Jack and Jessie struggled their way down the stairs in the pitch black. Jessie turned an ankle and stubbed a toe in her high heels until she abandoned them. Jack hit his head on an overhanging branch. But, eventually, they made it to Jay Bird. They slept, restlessly and still in their clothes, for a few hours. When they woke, hungover, they both wondered if perhaps a warm bath, and a night in a real bed, might have been w...

Jessie and Jack rifled through their duffles in search of something a little dressier than their birthday suits. Jessie had it relatively easy as sponsors gifted her resort-wear to advertise on Instagram. She found a sarong, a midnight-blue blouse, and her only pair of heels. She tried a bra, but elected on airy comfort, and ditched it. She looked pretty fantastic. Jack only managed a pair of khaki’s, a wrinkled button-up...

Once it became clear that Covid was going to be an apparently endless cluster fuck, Jessie and Jack decided they had to change up their lives. Being locked up in their apartment and living life on Zoom only confirmed what they had been feeling even before the pandemic. Commuting an hour each way to a soulless job and taking only two weeks of vacation a year was crushing them. The next step for them was kids. They weren’t...

Eleanor pulled the sheer black stockings over her freshly waxed legs with excitement. It has been months since she’d been laid. She had broken up with her boyfriend and then ran straight into a Covid spike. When Covid ebbed she tried her hand at the dating apps and was very disappointed. After several jerks that over-advertised their jobs, hobbies, and fitness, and who were pretty disastrous in the sack, she decided to ta...

It didn’t take long for Suzy to discover that her husband had been spying on her and her young lover. She was dusting the tops of the window frames in the living room when she noticed a tiny lens poking through the drywall. Her mind spun in confusion. I thought the cameras were only outside and in the entry way, she thought to herself. Why would there be one here? She turned on the step ladder to understand the camera’s f...

Daniel liked to fuck Gwen this way. He liked to fuck her in any way, but he especially liked her as she was now: her face buried in the mattress and her ass in the air as he held her down. It suited her, and their relationship. “Yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy!” She screamed into a pillow, well into a long, rolling orgasm. “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!!!” And Daniel did fuck her, as he always fucked her, roughly, focused only on his o...

John went to sleep feeling pretty good about himself. After a long day at work, and making dinner and walking the dog, he'd found enough energy and initiative to write a story for Lush. It was, to him, an interesting tale, involving a buxom MILF and a dishwasher repairman. John thought the scene involving a number-four Phillips-head screwdriver was especially compelling. As he drifted off to sleep he had the image of his...