My first exploit of note happened days after my sixteenth birthday. My lover George took me away for a weekend at Halloween. We went to a pub on Dartmoor, a proper spooky place. We had a lovely meal and spent the evening in the bar; George knew a few people there, and at about half ten, we retired to the room. It was a change to be just the two of us as my friend Angela was part of our group, and we shared George, but her...

Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fucking Fuckity Fuck Fuck FUCK! This is not good... Michelle!... Michelle!... Come on, Michelle. I know you’re in there. Let’s just talk, okay? Give me a chance to ex- Oh! Hey. Thanks for opening the door. I just... We should talk about it, right? Can I come in? Well it’s not exactly a conversation we should be having in front of the neighbors, is it? Okay, no, I understand. You’re n...

Thoughts of the incredible ‘first time’ sex I’d had with Mik, and curiosity about Jill’s phone message had given me trouble getting to sleep Saturday night. When I woke up Sunday morning it was almost ten o'clock and I had a date to be at the golf course to meet friends for a noon tee-off time. I made coffee, had an English muffin, and figured I’d get something more to eat on the golf course at the refreshment stand betwe...

Eva scooped squished pumpkin flesh and cum from her cleavage, slurping it from her palm as she surveyed the village hall. Naked bodies lay tangled in satiated sleep amongst a chaos of demolished cakes, broken jack-o’-lanterns, and abused prize-winning vegetables. Jingling bells drew her gaze back to the grey-haired lady between her legs being enthusiastically serviced from behind by a hairy Morris dancer. “Oh, Reverend!”...

“Dreaded Mav of the Pumpkin night hear my plea and come before my sight” I said those words, facing a mirror. And that’s when she appears. Horrifying yet beautiful figure of a naked woman. She slowly approached paralyzing me. Then her cold lips touched mine. While her tongue wrestles with mine, her hand guides my erect dick to her pussy. The moment I’m inside her pussy, it felt as if I found eternal bliss. With every thru...

“Ashton, I had no idea you were coming home,” said Cheryl Winters. The forty-five-year-old mom of three looked incredibly sexy in her tight, black witch costume. Twenty-year-old Ashton Johnson had returned for a few days from the first semester of his second year of college. He was secretly pleased to see Mrs. Winters. He’d fantasized about Cheryl since the Winters moved next door during Ashton’s parents four years ago. C...

Land. It has been six months since me and my men went out on our long boat to go Viking, to trade and plunder with the Saxons in East Anglia. Six months since I have been home. Six months since I have seen my people. Six months have passed since I have seen her. The late autumn air blows through my long hair and beard, roughing up the already messy facade I am wearing. My tired eyes glaze over the orange oaks and birches...

Thirty-nine years old 1519 Master’s dead. Master’s dead! I still can’t believe it’s true. My stomach knots and coils while I drag myself along the winding, hidden passageways leading to his workshop within the bowels of the monastery. I steady myself before opening the door, thinking about the way I’d left him. Regret tugs at my heart. Once inside, I slowly walk around the room. Everything is still as I remembered, yet it...

I tousle my hair in my mild insomnia-infused hangover. Eyes reduced to narrow slits, I adjust to the stingingly bright All Saints' Day noon sun hitting my porch where I was sleeping. Vague memories of seductive buttocks juicy as an overripe peach and wide enough to spill over both sides of a chair seep through the misty haze that once was my brain—the reminiscence of a wild tryst. A content smile—until I see the orange ca...