I left the city behind me and drove towards the mountains. It was the last week of March and the peaks reflected the snow like a second and third sun so I put down the visor to protect my eyes. The traffic was thick close to the city and there were several trailers behind and in front of me. I had left the kids with my parents and kissed them goodbye. I needed to get away for a few days so I could center myself again. Sev...

I stood on the balcony with a glass of wine in my hand watching the sun set into the sea. When it was gone I went inside for a refill and a quick inventory of the fridge. It didn’t look too promising, a couple of tomatoes, half a bottle of white wine, butter, and a bag of Parmesan cheese. Well, I thought, Peter had not promised to leave me food when he had called me to ask if I could house-sit for a week while he went bac...

Six months had gone by since Kelly and I had fucked in Mallorca. I am not sure you can use the word fuck when talking about two women having sex. I think fucking thas to include a cock and a pussy, but that’s just me. Anyway, during this time lots of things had happened. The biggest and best was that I turned eighteen. My birthday is in November which is one of the shitty months of the year, along with February. As a gift...

It had been five days since Kelly let me touch her and make her come, five long days during which I was completely and utterly lost to the world. My mind could not make sense of all the feelings that raked it from when I woke up until I went to bed. Kelly was no use, she simply refused to talk about the subject saying it had happened and it was time to move on. For me, it wasn’t that easy. I wouldn’t say I had emotions fo...

I can smell her but I can’t see her, which is strange since the room is only fifteen by thirty feet. I know she is watching me. I can feel her eyes watching every move I make, flickering from the pen I am holding to any movement from my body. If I do anything that she hasn’t told me to do, it is over. It might be anyway, I might be dead when I have finished writing, I don’t know and at this point, I am not sure I care. Al...

The house was quiet as I walked down the stairs. It was still dark outside even though it was past nine in the morning. As I crossed the parquet floor heading for the kitchen I felt a dull ache in my ass. I was still hurting from the previous day’s anal sex with Stefan. It had been lovely ones I got over the initial pain and shock of being penetrated by such a big cock in my tiny hole. Eva had been a great help, guiding a...

Jerry Holt slowed down as the lane he had been driving on ended and a large opening among the tall pine trees came into sight. “Hey, sleepyhead, wake up, we are here.” There was a stirring from the passenger seat and Hazel opened her eyes. She blinked a few times against the harsh sunlight coming over the treetops and then rubbed her eyes. “What time is it?” she said, her voice deep and husky. “Just after nine, we are in...

When I woke up the following day the sun was shining and when I opened the drapes the flexion off the snow made me close my eyes. I went back to the bed and crawled in under the duvet again, pulling it up to my chin. The room wasn’t cold but I liked it that way. I thought about the previous day and what had happened in the Sauna. The memory of Stefan’s thick cock in my mouth and pussy made me squirm and I looked over at m...

The setting sun reflected on the snow piled high on the pine trees outside the tiny window. I craned my neck to try to see the landing strip but it was impossible. With a light bump, the plane settled on the runway and began taxing towards Arlanda airport just outside Stockholm It was February and according to the stewardess who announced our arrival, it was a biting -25C outside. I sighed and told myself I was an idiot f...

Leroy sat in his new leather chair he had bought the previous day. In his left hand, he held a Cuban cigar that was one out of a box of fifty a friend of his had smuggled in. In his right hand, he held a glass of Château Margaux. At $1,200 a bottle, he had bought a case. On the table in front of him sat a tray with cheeses and crackers and across from him in the white leather sofa laid Jenny and Julia. Jenny was on top an...

Julia rested her head on Leroy’s muscular chest. Her hand was lazily playing with his semi-hard cock. She would pick it up and then drop it on his flat tummy. “If you continue to do that I will become hard again,” he said. “Mm, I know. That’s what I am aiming for,” she said and giggled. While she watched, his dick grew harder in her hand until the head popped out of the foreskin. “Look what you have done,” he said and moa...

Julia Prezi floated down the aisle, she didn’t walk, she didn’t strut or prance, she floated. That’s what her model instructor had taught her in Milan, where she used to live with her parents. She had joined the model agency at the age of five and had done many jobs over the years, mostly on catwalks but also magazines. She would never become a top model that was clear by the time she was fourteen.She grew to be just unde...

Helen Spur lay on her sunbed reading a book. Next to her stood a table with a glass of Ice-Tea and a plate with cookies. She picked one up and bit into it. Some crumbs fell on her chest and she brushed them off. When she had finished the cookie she drank from the glass and then closed her eyes.The day was warm and not too hot. Her husband was out of town and she was alone in the house because her step-daughter and a frien...

When I sat down in my usual seat on the train, I was surprised not to see Mr. Sprig sitting opposite me reading his morning paper, which he had done for the last two years. The commuter train took me from my suburban life into the city where I worked in a bank. I had been using the same train that left the station at eight in the morning and arrived promptly at nine, which gave me half an hour to walk to where I worked. M...

“Jenny, get in here!” It was not even eight in the morning and Mr. Kempel was already screaming at her. Jenny picked up her notepad and a pen and then made her way around the secretary station. The short walk didn’t take more than five seconds but when she walked into the big corner office Mark Kempel sighed and said, “you did take your sweet time. Sit down and take notes.” “Sorry, Mr. Kempel.” Instead of answering he ind...