Wandering through the ornate lobby of the Dorchester Hotel shortly after nightfall, Amanda Bayliss was a bit overwhelmed by the opulent furniture, furnishings, and artwork all around her. It was quite excessive in her opinion, much like the museums through which her parents had dragged her earlier in the day. When she had learned that they would be spending a few days in London, a quick vacation tacked on to her father's...

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Claudette closed her eyes as the hot water flowed over her face and shoulders, washing the last remnants of his cum from her cheeks and lips. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Steam enveloped her curvy body as her nipples hardened just thinking about the sound of the soft leather smacking the skin of her swollen outer lips. Her walls clenched as she remembered the sting, and then a rush of juices immediately relea...

“Well, I wouldn't say that really cooled anyone off,” my wife Mara laughs as she and I gather with our neighbors Greg and Erica on the patio. A sheen of sweat is quickly replacing water droplets on our bare skin. “Yeah, things got a little hotter, you could say,” Erica replies, slapping my naked ass. “You know what they say,” I chime in, searching for something clever, but probably missing. “If you can't beat the heat, jo...

It's not that unusual for a vehicle to be parked along the two-lane drive just inside the park late at night. But it is unusual for the vehicle to be a gleaming Sunburst Gold Bentley Flying Spur. And it is unusual, while stationary, for the suspension of such an exotic automobile to subtly succumb to the exaggerated movements of its occupants. If passers-by were particularly observant on a particular night, they would hav...

Walking into The Dorchester Hotel is like stepping into a fantasy world. Italian marble floors and hand-tufted Kashan Persian rugs reminiscent of a king’s palace. Priceless art and sculptures give the feel of being in the Louvre. And the gold-gilded columns seem to be straight out of the ballroom in Beauty and the Beast. Fitting, since every time we come here, I feel like a princess. And all that is just the lobby! The ho...

There are about fifteen of us swarming the grounds of Mrs. Jackson's little house. Two weeks ago at work, Ellen and Chantal mentioned that some people from their church were volunteering to do some much-needed work for this elderly lady whose property is in disrepair, and a few of us from the office were half-challenged, half-encouraged to join. None of the others who signed up are from my department or even my side of th...

“Hey, you're getting a little close down there,” Shane said, facing Leah in the tub. Feeling one of her toes scrape his inner thigh, up high, he added, “Not that I mind.” The two of them nudged each other with legs and feet and hands under the water, recounting how they had ended up like this. Confiding in each other over the past several weeks that their respective spouses didn't share their sexual desires, they had left...

“So, you like your sex to venture outside the bedroom?” Shane chuckled at Leah, taking a step sideways to bump his shoulder playfully into hers as they strolled side by side. “Absolutely!” She leaned over into him and gave the incoming wave a kick, spraying the salty water up in front of them. “Into the kitchen, perhaps?” An image of her from the first time she was at his house came to mind: her short shorts raised to rev...

Another motherfucking red light, just as I approach the intersection. I'm not speeding, well, not too much, but I sure am anxious to get home. A lot of guys I just left at the office have made excuses to stay late, citing a less-than stellar home life as the reason for wanting to spend as much time away as possible. But not me. Not tonight. Not after receiving those text messages from Valerie not too long ago, the ones th...

Location: 83°38'10"N 31°12'18"W, Kaffeklubben Island, Northern Greenland Time: 2164-12-26T23:12UTC Santa's Workshop is louder and more raucous the night after Xmas® than any day before, even though the weeks leading up to the twenty-fifth of December are always a flurry of activity, round-the-clock shifts rushing to bring everything together for Mr. Claus' annual global circumnavigation. Then, after the culmination of thi...

John rubbed the back of his neck and groaned. His wife, Kathy, looked around their new house and sighed. They were extremely overwhelmed at the thought of unpacking all of these boxes. “New houses should come with little helpers to unpack everything,” Kathy commented. “Kitchen faeries to put away all the glassware and utensils and bedroom gnomes to hang up everything in the closet would be might handy right about now.” “Y...