A few days later, back in Johannesburg, I coordinated with Lerato and Tokelo to meet them in about two weeks. I had to go to Italy for some meetings, but I had the company plane to service in Palermo. I would be back the day before the designated date, which would have seen us together from Wednesday to Sunday. Or so I thought. Our pilot, Sipho, flew us into Catania-Fontanarossa Airport in Sicily along with Rebecca as the...

The next day was all work, and Lerato was good at that too. She was all professional in her ranger uniform, and she was deeply knowledgeable about the drones and the experiments we were doing to train the AI in the field. It was a completely new approach, but she got it immediately and made some really good contributions towards creating the data set for phase one of the training. My PhD student, Isaac, was along. He was...

Lying on the bed next to Lerato, and feeling so great from meeting such an amazing woman and finding such a perfect sexual connection, I messaged Tokelo. I had never met Tokelo in person, but she found me through my stories on Lush, and we had been chatting and talking for a few months. “Hey Tokelo,” I wrote on WhatsApp. “I hope you are having a nice evening. How is your special toy doing?” “Haha,” she wrote. “I am okay,...

In my role as an engineer with a strong interest in drone technologies, I sometimes get to go to interesting places. A recent one was the Royal Lebombo National Park in Eswatini (used to be called Swaziland), a small country embedded in South Africa and bordered by Mozambique. I was there to test some AI that I had developed and embedded in one of our rhino-monitoring drones. I arrived at RLNP in the late afternoon, where...

The week leading up to my visit to Athens was filled with sweet anticipation. I was going to meet you at long last, and all of the fantasies we have shared filled my head, and I was constantly aching and dripping precum. Little wet spots on my trousers became even more common than usual. It was fortuitous that I had a conference in Ljubljana, and a few days free after, so we both decided that I should fly down to Athens f...

Remember when we met online the other day, with our cameras and our minds both turned on? I remember when we made the online date; I was imagining seeing you for days, tingling from head to toe as I remembered seeing your perfect breasts with their hard nipples. Gosh, how every thought of you excites me! **** We met in text chat and chatted for a little while, then we graduated to voice conversations now and then but stay...

I was just thinking about the night we spent in the Waterford Coffee Bar and how amazing it was to discover another special ability of yours. The memory excited me so much that I decided to write it down in the hope that reading it will also create the same excitement in you. So here it is… I had just read your “The Morning Rush” story, as we were sitting and sipping coffee. “I love the way you read me those words, remind...

This is for you. You know what a special place you have in my heart. I don't quite know how to explain it, but you are a wonderful person, beautiful of heart, body, and soul, and I so totally love the idea of my words giving you pleasure. It feels like every key I press is making love to you, and I want your pleasure badly, I want you to feel every sensation of every thought. I really want my words to stimulate your mind...

Remember? It was morning, and you were in the shower, getting cleaned up for the day at the new job. I had already showered and as I was coming out of the bedroom in my blue, bikini underwear, you were coming out of the bathroom. We met in the hallway, and I noticed your freshly cleaned body, with little droplets of water glistening on your delicious-looking pubic hair, and I lost all restraint. It was my time to give you...

You remember, don't you, that morning when you were driving me to work through the morning rush hour in your new car? You were wearing a summer dress, which was resting just above your knees. You looked so sexy sitting there watching the traffic. You remember, we had made love the previous night, we were talking about it, how we would build it up, and then hold it back, enhancing the thrill for both of us. I reminded you...

I was just thinking about how you seduced your friend Juanita with my erotic stories, and you and she talked about all things sexual frequently at the office for a couple of weeks. I loved the snippets of your conversation that you shared with me. Then finally, on one Saturday afternoon, we met at the Butcher Shop Restaurant. As we planned online, I brought a couple of my stories to read aloud for you, one that I had writ...

Was it only a month ago that you came to visit Jenny at our place, just to say hello, and to get to know her a little better. It must have been that you found yourselves enjoying each other's company, and an unusual closeness developed between you. Then you found yourselves sharing certain intimacies, including sexual likes and dislikes. Can you recall? You and Jenny were discussing human sexuality, and how society seems...

You remember the other day, I was sitting in the lazy boy chair, reading the news on my phone. I heard you turn on the bath, but I didn't think anything of it. Then you came over, called my name softly. As you got my attention I could see a naughty glint in your eyes. You came closer and sat down on my lap, almost like a child, but I could see by your expression that your intentions were not at all childlike. The unspoken...

It was summer, the height of the rainy season in Zimbabwe, and we were walking along the trail looking at the torrents of water tumbling over Victoria Falls and crashing into the gorge below. It was a good rainy season and the river was in full flood, with the result that vast clouds of warm mist were rising up from the gorge, and drifting across the path, and into the forest beyond. Although the temperature of the tropic...

It was late summer, the rains had all but stopped, the sky was clear and blue, and the air was just pleasantly warm. The plantain trees that lined the walkway down to the river were shedding their leaves as if they knew the rains were done until next year. On that day, you were my “student”, and I was teaching you photography. The riverside held many subjects, and today we were looking at the effect of aperture on depth o...