Caren had never fucked brothers before, let alone twins. Their names were Dominic and Carl — or so they’d told her at the reception desk. She’d seen them in the hotel restaurant the night before. It was difficult not to notice the tall, handsome Latino waiters. A knot of excitement had formed in her stomach, and she’d practically creamed her panties at the possibilities. It was the perfect opportunity, she had thought. Se...

Exactly how many gods are there? With so many faiths, surely the heavens must be overrun? Or are there only a few with countless different names? Maybe it simply depends on how many believe? Whichever gods exist, and whatever they are called, they are undoubtedly a fickle lot. Whether Greek, Roman or Egyptian; Norse, Celtic or Hindu, they gleefully prance and frolic, laughing and making fun of those less powerful than the...

In the beginning was Chaos. And Chaos detested organisation and structure. He was roguish and full of mischief. Whenever order and logic looked likely to prevail, he would chuckle, wave his divine hand and delight in thwarting such impudence. Exasperated, the other gods sighed. How would the mortals below ever be able to prove themselves with such troublesome interference? It was always the same; the wheel turned, and man...

Tap, tap, tap! The knock on the door was hesitant, as if the person on the other side was reluctant to enter. I deliberately waited for a moment before answering. “Come in,” I called. The door quietly opened. Eyes downcast and looking repentant, she shuffled into the room. I eyed the person standing before me thoughtfully. Trepidation and anxiety shone from her huge eyes as she looked out at me from beneath a neat, blonde...

My wife was quiet when she returned. “Oh God! He fucked you in the ass, didn’t he?” Lips trembling and eyes shiny with tears, she nodded. “How…?” “I loved it,” she whispered. “He felt so good inside me.” “May I lick you?” I begged softly. Coyly, she nodded. I slid the sheer panties down her legs, exposing her soft, creamy buttocks. I parted her cheeks and ran my tongue between them. Her salty, puckered entrance flexed as...

December 1999… Can blood drain from the face of a vampire? It certainly felt like it. Standing inside the art gallery in New Orleans, I was shocked into immobility, unable to move a single muscle as electricity surged through me. Whiter than white, my body was totally incapable of movement as my eyes fixed upon the painting before me. Impossible... But there she was, right before my eyes, staring out at me from the canvas...

It began at sunrise On that Cretan Isle Playful seductive glances From the very first moment By sunset I was caught forever In the weave of your silken net My wild, gorgeous temptress Captured by mischievous eyes Deep sumptuous pools That reeled me in and Fiendishly stole my heart Snared, I never had a chance You chose me, and I was yours My crazy, delightful girl That was just the start Of our dizzy, tempestuous journey...

Lola’s pussy is a thing of beauty Sleek, lustrous and silken Sweet, but oh, so very naughty! A wanton, flirtatious creature   Despite this decadent behaviour Lola’s pussy inspires devotion She is such a playful kitty! A treasure seeking worship and adoration   And yet, whilst most pussies are content With what they can get Lola’s pussy is different Always wanting more   What is it this furry creature desires? A loving car...

“Night, Jason. Have a good Christmas!” “Night, Kim. See you in the New Year!” I smiled to myself as I left the office. Almost as timid as I was, Kim was as alluring as ever, her shy smile warming my insides. I’d been working there for nearly a year now. Eleven fabulous months with five of the most perfect colleagues you could ever have! Things had really worked out for me. Again… Quite surprising for a shy introvert like...

It was a crisp, clear winter morning. Though she was immune to its effects, she could feel the cold permeating the air. A thin blanket of frost covered the landscape, the sun’s weak rays reflecting off the tiny ice crystals, creating an ethereal beauty seldom seen where she came from. Honking softly, a flight of geese banked and landed gently on the water. She sensed that people didn’t come here very often during the cold...

“Would you like to feel them, Michael?” Startled, I nearly tipped my drink all over the floor. It wasn’t an invitation I’d expected to receive. Certainly not from Mrs Robinson! I placed the glass carefully back on the table, not wanting to spill red wine on her valuable Persian rug. Reaching out, Catherine deliberately took my hands into her own, and placed them on her breasts… ----- To say the events of that afternoon ha...