Peter’s heart hammers in his chest as he stands outside Elizabeth’s hotel room door, his fingers hovering over the knob. He’s debated this moment for hours, torn between the thrill of surprise and the fear of losing Elizabeth. But the memory of her voice on the phone—sultry, breathless, alive—pushes him forward. With a deep sigh, he knocks, his mischievous grin widening as he hears footsteps approaching from inside. The d...

It was only supposed to be a few months. That’s what we agreed on when Paul dropped out of college, when he came home with that stiff little smile and duffel bag half-zipped, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s just not for me, Mom.” That’s all he said—no meltdown, no excuses, just… done. College, apparently, wasn’t what he thought it would be. But Amazon wasn’t the answer either. He slipped into the job like it ha...

The big night was finally here. Mark's girlfriend Fiona had wanted to be the focal point of group sex with multiple men, and Mark had asked Pete, Sam and me to help her fulfill this most ultimate, deepest, darkest - and most erotic - dream of hers. I've gotta say, it was close to the ultimate fantasy for me too. Because physically, Fiona was very near the ideal woman to my taste: curvy, plus-sized, with hair so copper-col...

The Fox had just had a small medical procedure; it was nothing to worry about. For a man of his age he was in exceptionally good health. His consultant had recommended about a week of rest to fully recover. He was encouraged to not try to do too much and not to get over stimulated. This was good medical advice born out of years of experience. The consultant however had not factored in the disruptive influence of Louise. W...

For a month or so after our epic Manchester weekend, I didn’t hear much from Rachel. My old insecurities began to surface as self-doubt and self-loathing paid me many late-night visits following a welcome absence. Rachel and I still talked once a week, but for me, this was no longer enough. I wanted skin-to-skin contact and all the excitement that comes with it. Despite a few very close shaves, I managed not to return to...

Emily’s pussy was still tingling from the afternoon fuck with the lifeguard as she and Mark dressed for dinner. Mark chose that moment to get affectionate. Emily was naked except for a pair of panties when he pulled her close. They kissed. He squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. Juices were already gathering in Emily’s pussy when Mark looked at his watch. “We have a few minutes before we need to leave. How about a b...

There is a moment after readiness, before action, when time thickens instead of moving. My body was stretched open and plugged shut. Well, my ass was. I felt the large plug pressing between the surface of the table and the shape of my cunt. The last tremors of my orgasm made it thrum inside me like a self-propelled vibrator intent on making me cum again. I existed there like their fantasy, their trophy. I was positioned a...

The gorgeous redhead sat five seats down from me at the bar. She kept looking at her watch. She was wearing a grey knit dress that was so tight you could see the shape of both ass cheeks. I ordered her another drink as she finished the one she had. She raised the drink and mouthed, "Thank you! I'm married, you will not be fucking me." I laughed and mouthed, "Then just show me your tits." To my surprise, with a sultry star...

I uncrossed Cathy’s legs and stood between them. I pulled her to me by her shoulders and unfastened her bra. It fell in her lap. When I reached for it, I pulled on her G-string. “Take it off,” I said sternly. Cathy’s smile widened. She slowly raised just enough to pull the thin elastic from between her butt cheeks. When she had the garment pulled over her butt cheeks, I took over. I lightly ran my finger over her inner th...

Chapter One I changed lanes, and my eyes shifted between the rear-view mirrors and the road ahead in a continuous cycle. No tails. The boss had called me specifically to be on alert this week. To watch his wife with a close eye. He wasn’t specific, but if the boss was calling, it had to be serious. The last time I spoke to the boss was over a year ago, when I was first introduced to the family. I wasn’t Italian, of course...