High-Class Hunter “Driven by a desperate hunger. To the dark of the neon light. The heart is a lonely hunter.” (Reba McEntire: The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter) This hunter isn’t lonely; she’s high class: Most of my “clients” are pre-booked, but I’ve found that conferences are where there are lonely and tired guys who need relaxing, and my skills are very suited to this hunt. Affluent guys that I can turn into repeat clients,...

The beach … So many feelings: Chris Rhea’s On The Beach with its distinctive intro and his gruff vocals stepping through the vivid visualisations of a tropical beach. Night at the beach, just me and the dog walking with the soft, wet sand and the lights of the city backlighting. A swim on a flat day with the dog enviously looking on! Or a swim on a rough day as I ride over a series of small breakers, then punch through th...

We walked up to the room and lingered at the door. “My pussy’s pounding again." She kissed me, and I slid the card gently into the slot. SNICK, then pulled it out. “So stylish, but your card is staying in my slot,” she said and seductively licked my lips as we lingered in the open doorway. We entered the room, and I pushed the door closed as we moved towards the champagne. My hands gently ran down her side, lingering on h...

I’d been at the Finance Minister’s Briefing this morning! This was a bad-tempered affair, as the Prime Minister is incompetent, and worse, she is too: she’s blown a massive hole in the budget by doling out cash like the neighbours dole out sweets to kids at Halloween and screwing the businesses by taxing everyone so they won’t hire! The questioning at these events is normally friendly, but poor twit [not], she was getting...

Sadly, I was on nights for the next few days, but every time I thought of her, my pussy flooded, and my nipples hardened, especially our first kiss, though we texted about our days and trying to arrange our first “date.” In some downtime, I checked their LinkedIn on their business cards, and Kate especially was impressive with her progression in the male-dominated field. I nosed around Instagram and saw that she was often...

Living in Vancouver in the winter is stunning – when it’s not foggy, with the snow-covered North Shore Mountains, the brisk breeze across the Harbour, and Stanley Park to run. I live in N. Van on the waterfront, and sometimes we’ll get up very early for a run, and today was Xmas Eve and a clear weather forecast. At 5AM, the house is silent apart from the fridge motor, and the streets are deserted. My Garmin’s alarm bleeps...

As usual, the next morning we breakfasted clothed together, talking about our upcoming days. We were all heading to the office for a busy day, so this would be our only time to talk before dinner. Sometimes I mused that we could screw senseless the previous day, and the next day we were platonic again: I knew that the Jump Gate was closed again, and we were back coasting in Friends Space, rather than being pulled in our H...

It was now a year since Sam and Tom had first hooked up while running, and their initial lust had grown into a deep love. His parents and he still kept in touch with his late fiancé Jen's parents, his Not-quite-in-laws, as he called them. He had visited them, opening up about how he felt about Sam and still did about their late daughter. They were happy that he was now able to create new love, especially with a friend of...

I’m Hannah, 20. It was Halloween, and my friends and I decided to go adult trick-or-treating. We decided on the theme of Sexy Witch and Wizard. I found a large witch hat and a ballerina-style dress that curved tight to my B-cups and just went over my tight ass. For added effect, I went bare underneath so my nipples perked through the dress. We went down the street and hit several friends’ parties, getting a few shots as t...

Since our last stormy screwfest we hadn’t played again, as the Jumpgate hadn’t reopened, though we were occasionally playful. Our friendship was deep, and we hugged a lot, mostly when clothed, though sometimes not. Sometimes playful, we could be naked without anything happening, though sometimes naked, and I would be grabbed around the boobs or lower down from behind and then playfully kissed, then maybe someone would als...

By now, waking up curled up with Stuart was not new, but it was still very nice. Though today was a new feeling as waking up completely naked and curled up with him, I snuggled deeper onto his chest, feeling his skin completely on mine and enjoying it. I turned my head slightly and placed my lips onto his, and got a slowly waking kiss in return as his hands slowly powered up and moved carefully on my back. We slowly kisse...

Green orb, so perfect, so firm, so petite, people wonder why I obsess over you as they hate you. For those, the mere sight or thought makes them shiver and recoil. Sometimes, I feel my stomach start to rumble and my mouth moisten as I start to dream of you again. At the supermarket, loose, you command me to dive in, caress your perfect, petite orbs and scoop them into a bag. Bagged, you pull my sight in and rattle within,...

After the boat fuck, my barriers to Hot Guy and his hotter cock dissolved. Today, I’m in his garden and wearing a v-front and back one-piece that shows off my ample bust, and we’re standing u,p having just finished lunch. “Suncream me,” I whisper to him. He comes behind me, just in Speedos, but his cock is already bulging as he can see my big, ready tits and applies it to his hand, then rubs it gently but firmly onto my n...

We were sad to leave Patagonia and The Lodge and knew that one unreality was being exchanged for another: full-on into The Suites and The Experiment. Our flight back was identical to Sarah’s on that busy, colder morning: CRJ to Ezeiza, then A350 home, albeit that when we turned our heads, the Apella Ramp was empty because they were already above, rather than Sarah knowing that her friends were behind her, ready to soar sk...

I woke, still clothed and on top of him in The Manor House’s room, but somehow the duvet was over us and his arms held me gently. I savoured the moment that I hadn’t had for so long, hoping that at some point, this would be skin-to-skin. He came to and I nudged my head on his shoulder. “How are you?” he asked. “Nice pillow,” I replied, and he ran one arm gently over my hair, then returned it to my back. I moved my head up...