Clare Purvis had been working at Levening Hall for two years now. It wasn't exactly what she'd hoped for herself at 24, after her MA in Fine Art, but it was a nice place to work, and the collection boasted some surprisingly good pieces of 18th and 19th-century paintings. Although she was really just a tour guide, she enjoyed talking about the collection, and sometimes there were visitors who knew enough to have an intelli...

We all have a pussy or a cock. But how we view them is about as varied as how we like our tacos and hot dogs for dinner. Some like them hairy. Others like them bald. Some like them smelling of perfume. Others like the natural scent. Some like them wet. Or wide open. Or all you can eat. Some like to see them. Others like to turn out the lights and just taste them in the dark. I’ve been with guys who have their preferences...

Chapter 2: Leena – My Safe Haven! “Leena, don’t be a sleepyhead. Open the door; I have a lot of things to tell you,” I urged, sensing her dragging her feet. Hurry, dumbo, I don’t want neighbors to see me like this! She opened the door, freezing at my attire. “Is this how you travelled from Bengaluru? I expected you last night.” “Let me in first; I’ll explain everything,” I said, pushing her inside and latching the door. S...

The morning sun had risen high, casting golden light across the lake. It was a warm, still day, the kind where the air barely stirred, and the water gleamed like glass. Birds called lazily from the trees, and the occasional fish broke the surface with a quiet splash. Eve stood on the dock, stretching her arms over her head, feeling the warmth sink into her skin. Behind her, Katie knelt obediently, naked except for the thi...

It’s hot. He’s handsome. I’m horny. We’re in the crowded bus from the plane to the airport. He stands opposite me and starts to stroke with his fingers along my right inner thigh. I raise my gaze and see a wave of lust flickering through his dark, brown eyes. Our eyes lock, and we forget about the world around us. His hand crawls higher and his index finger taps my outer labia. A teasing sensation flares through my core l...

Tonight is date night, which is strange for us because we usually have date nights on Saturdays. However, due to scheduling conflicts, we are having it on Friday. I just finished cleaning the house and putting away the laundry, so I decided to start getting ready early because he will be coming home from work shortly and will want to go out and spend the evening with me. I open my drawers to see what I want to wear tonigh...

She stumbled barefoot from the bar, red dress clinging to rum-slick skin. Coconut oil and sweat perfumed her neck. Her brown hair clung to her cheeks, damp from dancing. She dropped to her knees in the sand, thong vanishing between slick thighs, the dress riding up like it had given up. She pulled him out with one hand and took him in without hesitation. Her mouth was hot, spit already sliding down her chin. The scent of...

Today was a new adventure for John. He had managed to convince his thirty-year-old wife, Cecelia, to accompany him to a nude beach. This trip was the culmination of a few years of his attempts. Cecelia sat next to him in the car, her bare feet propped on the dashboard. She wore her long, black hair loose, trailing over her shoulder, and she sat quietly looking out the window. “You sure you’re ready for this?” John asked....

The lake was quiet at dusk, the sky shifting into soft shades of pink and violet as Eve prepared the canoe. The air had cooled, but not enough to chase away the heat lingering from the afternoon sun. The only sounds were the occasional cry of a loon in the distance and the rhythmic lapping of water against the dock. Katie stood barefoot at the edge, watching as Eve spread a blanket over the bottom of the canoe, layering p...

Karen felt her heart racing as she drove towards the park. She had met Charles a few months ago. He was in his 60s, but something about him had captivated her. She was in her 40s now and found herself texting and calling him like some doe-eyed schoolgirl. He had warned her that he was a dirty old man, and their messages had become gradually more erotic. This only added to her fascination with him and what he would push he...

Isabelle, a woman carved from moonlight and mischief, stepped off the seaplane onto the shimmering white sands of Isla Éxtasis. The air itself hummed with a languid energy, thick with the scent of frangipani and something else… something primal and untamed. The femme fatale’s latest acquisition, a king's ransom in flawless sapphires, felt like a distant memory, a cool weight against the heat now rising within her. This is...