The spirit of Sister Agnes met a bearded, white-robed figure with a benevolent smile standing just outside the pearly gates. "Saint Peter?" she asked. She was wearing the same kind of white robe which, frankly, was a bit thin and translucent for her taste. "Call me Pete. We don't stand on ceremony here," he answered. "I am as you wish me to be. At your service, Sister Agnes. May I call you Agnes?" “Yes, of course...uh...P...

About two months later, I hadn't heard anything on the fantasy front. Our lovemaking had been great, but just the two of us and no role-playing since the time I surprised Theresa at home in my frantic "gotta have it" lover role. We were out at the brewpub on a Saturday afternoon, with no plans and nowhere to be, just relaxing and taking in the sights (not least of which was Courtney in a clingy scoop neck tee that showed...

My fears were apparently unfounded, as there was no change in Tony at work at all. At first, I was relieved, but then it started nagging at me that we had shared such an intimate experience, and he seemed to have no reaction to it at all. No snide comments, no ‘accidental’ touches, no innuendo — nothing. After about two months, I started to wonder if I could get Tony to acknowledge what happened without actually bringing...

Ten minutes before her 6 pm Yoga class at the City Recreation center. June was lying on her mat, stretching her arms and lower back before her instructor arrived. Several other women were standing in a group. They were chatting and gawking at the man with the yellow volunteer vest cleaning the glass door. He was over six-feet tall and built like a linebacker. His blonde hair was unruly. His chiseled face and blue eyes wer...

Re-uploading my Reina the Warlock stories previously uploaded under the user name Liethra as I'm resuming work on the series! A shadow dove into the bushes, ducking into the darkness as she panted heavily. She had almost messed up seriously this time. Her name was Reina, follower of the Dark Path, caller of the shadow forces. And tonight was not her best night. A simple burglary into a mansion that was supposed to be almo...

'She wants to fuck her boss.' 'Oh fuck you.' 'What? You drool over him.' 'Okay. Fine. Bet he has a big, fat cock-' 'You have one of those here!' 'Really? Where?' 'Pfft. Ask Emily...' '... What? You... Our babysitter?' 'No. But she loved groping it.' 'Oh yeah? Her brother worships me. Maybe I should get my cunt licked!' Eyes locked. Chests heaving. Time stops... Then they bolt. Doors slam. Tyres screech. * Stick-fingered b...

Sometimes I wonder if I have made you up, you seem so perfect and sexually consummate. You cum when I ask and do my bidding exactly. Why is that my sweet, I ponder, why do you so pander? It matters not I suppose, because you see, you are my rose. Your petals I would gladly lick and furl, if only I may touch your pearl. How is this, my exquisite delight that I only seem to dream of you at night?

I’ve seen a man at the gym in my apartment complex for months now. He looks at me with this hunger in his eyes and I meet his gaze with curiosity. It’s clear what he wants from me, and the dark energy that he exudes tells me that he’s very dominant, which I like. But I’m not a sub that gives her submission easily. If anyone wants it from me, then they have to make me surrender for it. I’m strong and tall and not easy to s...

Chapter One: Crash of Guilt John was at wit's end. Everything in his life seemed like it was crumbling. The economy was in shambles and he recently had lost his job due to cutbacks. To top it off, COVID had taken the only two things he cherished in life: his wife and daughter. His wife was a bit nitpicky and not the greatest cook in the world, but she was an excellent mother and naughty lover. Their beautiful daughter was...

I was sitting at the bar of the brewpub I frequented for lunch when I was at work, chatting with Courtney, one of the bartenders I had become friendly with during my visits there. My wife, Theresa, would join me there as often as she could and had become closer with the cute young bartender than I, often engaging her in private conspiratorial conversations at a corner table. Theresa would mention Courtney's opinion on one...

Thursday, May 22, 2014  The FedEx guy stopped at my desk and put an envelope in front of me. “Diana Jaworski?” “Yes, that’s me.” He held out his tablet and a stylus for me to sign acknowledging that I had received the package. “Thank you,” I said as I signed his tablet. As he left, I picked up the slim, white FedEx Express envelope. I pulled the tab and unzipped the envelope. A single ivory-colored card was inside. The te...

I’ve always been happy to perform oral sex as a part of a mutually pleasurable relationship, but I’d never felt so desperate to do it. I couldn’t explain why. Jackson was attractive, but not the most attractive guy I’d ever dated. He was good in bed, but not the best sex I’d ever had. There was just something about the connection between us that made me feel so out of control and… insatiable. I found that I couldn’t stop...