I turn the handle and the jets of hot water stop immediately. I slide open the glass door, step soaking wet and naked, into the warm, steam filled bathroom and reach for the plush towel of Sea Island cotton on the heated rail. I dry my face, but neglect the rest of body, simply drag the terry cloth lazily down my chest and wrap it loosely around my waist. Standing in front of the fogged up mirror, I clear the condensation...

The temptation got too much and I joined one of the many online chat sites, wondering if anyone would even message me or want to meet me in person. I had read about the misfortunes of meeting strangers after a brief online chat, a few breathy phone calls and the exchange of photographs enhanced to perfect proportions. Oh, the disappointments after all the sexual build up and fantasy. So I started chatting to a guy from US...

It's hard to say when I first noticed Mr. Sims in a sexual way. It might have been the time we went camping, our two families, and I saw him pissing in the forest. I remember thinking about it over and over again later on that night. Now that I'm in college I've seen my fair share of dicks, but none of them quite compared to Mr. Sims massive, uncut cock. I had just turned 19, and it was the summer between my freshman and...

Katie clenched her fists as she squinted at her laptop screen, frustrated that she still had another thousand words of her essay to write tonight. Reaching for a hairband to tie her long tresses into a messy bun she heard the muffled, thumping techno music emanating from the bottom floor of her house. Katie was in her final year of University doing an English Literature degree, and lived with three other student girls: Mi...

The sun is bright and warm as it hits my skin. I follow Master out to the picnic blanket where I am greeted by two sexy men. They look to be in their thirties or forties and both of them have sun-kissed skin. Both men are standing in front of me naked and hard. I fidget a little as I wait for introductions and instructions from Master. “Alright little one, this is CJ,” he gestures to the one on the left, “and this is Jack...

He was in the kitchen packing up the picnic basket with plates, napkins, cups, wine and the little finger foods she put together; pb&j sandwiches cut into little triangles, fresh strawberries, grapes, cantaloupe, sliced apples, sweet fruit dip, little cucumber sandwiches and chocolate mousse for dessert. Light shone from under the bathroom door as she got ready. He was nervous and excited as he lit up a cigarette while he...

She walked out of the elevator onto the tenth floor of the building with the address she received a little over an hour ago. The message that proceeded was simple. "I want you, come to me." Her heart was pounding in her throat and she could feel a mix of excitement and fear surge from the warm wetness between her thighs all the way up through her chest to the base of her spine. The thrill of the unknown seemed to flush he...

The rest of our evening was rather low key. Cameron grilled up the burgers, and I took care of a few things that needed to be done around the house, while checking on the tater tots every so often. Our dinner conversation was quiet. We only spoke on how his day had gone, because for the last two days we’d only really talked about me, and what I was soon to do. Work for him had been going well, busy, but nothing too crazy....

"Jamie? Is that you?" A voice shouted out from across the road. Jamie lived in a relatively small town or village so it must be someone he knew. "Jamie, it's Mike from three doors down, Phillippa's dad?". With that Jamie stopped, he walked over to the very fast and expensive looking BMW. "Hi Mike, sorry I didn't recognise the voice at first are you okay?" Mike explained, he has seen my Mum the day before, who had aired my...

I worked for a graphic designer in the Upper West side of Manhattan. I was working on going to school to become one myself. I was in my second year, and had gone to a Vocational High School, and majored in Graphic Communications. I made sixteen dollars an hour, and did little designs here and there for small companies around the city. I had gained a spot on the team, not officially a graphic designer, but doing what they...

She awoke with a smile like she always does, Ready to greet the day She stretched... Manipulating her muscles to lift and rest, Lift and rest, She always wiggled her sinewy form When she stretched, You could see her energy flowThrough her fingertips and down to her trained ballet toes Sitting upright, Hair a mess, The moonlight was bright in her room. Windows open and curtains swaying, It was like her eyes, jumped and twi...

Few human experiences enjoy the depth of sensuality more so than being bathed by another. Maybe the experience is rooted in neural pathways formed when we were babies being bathed and soothed. Warm water, soft touches, perfumed soaps and lotions all merge together to form an intimate and relaxed mental state. It’s probably safe to say that both the person being bathed and the person bathing them share the pleasures of giv...

I rolled over and opened my eyes, expecting to see Daddy's handsome, restful face, but I snapped awake when I saw that resting on his pillow instead was the thick, wooden frat paddle. I blinked awake and ran my hand over its smooth surface. Daddy rarely used it on me and I did a quick memory scan to try to find some infraction that would warrant punishment with it. I felt I had been good lately. I had done my chores and m...

“Get on the bed.” “Yes sir,” I replied, my voice as confident and controlled as I could muster, but to be completely honest, my insides were quivering with excitement and nerves. I felt a whip strike across my ass and his voice followed. “Say it louder, whore!” “Yes sir!” I yelled this time, as I got on all fours at the foot of the bed. “Good whore.” “Thank you,” I mumbled out, trying to regain my breath from the whip str...