I sit amidst the rumpled Egyptian cotton sheets, my back against the polished Royal York Hotel headboard, watching as she rolls on her black nylon stockings. Left, then right; the elegant reversal of the work I’d done so willingly little more than three hours before. There’s an ache inside me as I watch her, a hint of bitterness in my mouth, because the fact that she’s getting dressed means that our time is over for at le...

About three weeks after my last meeting with Katy and Tom in the hotel, I found myself in the kitchen working on a broken kitchen cupboard. The hinge had simply broken and, still in my Levis and T-shirt, I headed out to the nearest home hardware store in a nearby mall for a replacement. I found the right replacement hinge and got back into my parked car and as I was about to start the engine, I looked up and was surprised...

Part Three - The Room Katy sat on the foot of the bed and told Tom to make himself comfortable in the easy chair recliner. She was glowing from the two powerful orgasms she just had and her eyes sparkled and spoke volumes to me of what she was going to do to me. I approached and she opened her legs for me and I felt her stockinged legs close and hold mine. My cock was standing erect and proud in front of her face and I sl...

In the elevator, we kissed again, desperate kisses, but we refrained from touching, trying to prolong the feeling of want and need. As we rode up I pressed her up against the mirror and pressed my cock against her ass and felt her push back while I kissed her neck. We walked to the room arms wrapped around each other, my hand squeezing her ass, down the musty-smelling passage and we noticed Tom had thoughtfully left the d...

Part One Katy and I had met on an online service and started chatting. Our conversations were easy and comfortable and they rolled effortlessly over several topics: we just clicked. You know that feeling when you start to feel comfortable with someone and there’s no awkwardness. She and I share the same sense of humor and we found ourselves laughing at our own, sometimes silly, jokes and witticisms. One day we started tal...

She waits silently for what's next. On her lover's command her husband had tied her wrists to the chandelier - leaving her with her feet just touching the carpet. Then he sits and watches as her lover, John, comes up behind her, slowly removes her dress, kisses her neck, ear lobes, unclips her bra, and squeezes her breasts with his strong hands. He rolls her nipples in his fingers and squeezes just to the point of pain. T...