Yrsa awakes, warm, yet alone beneath Harald’s cloak. She spins around, seeing Harald cooking the kill they made a few hours ago. The old bear pelt smelled like woodsmoke and juniper berries, its weight pressing Yrsa into the packed earth of the cave floor. She blinked crust from her lashes, the flicker of Harald’s fire painting his silhouette against the limestone walls. He worked with the quiet precision of someone who’d...

We stood there on the balcony. The champagne glasses were empty, but that wasn’t what was taking over. I cradled Cathy’s butt cheeks in my hand as she rocked back and forth on my cock. “Baby, you make me so hot, I don’t know what else you could do to me before I cum all over you,” Cathy panted. “Follow me, and I’ll show you,” I whispered in her ear, then nipped her earlobe. “You tell me I make you horny, you’ve got me a h...

The trip began early on Thursday, March 16, 2000. I prepared for the long journey by packing my belongings into my two-tonne Isuzu truck. My wife and two young sons had abandoned my Melbourne home, which was uninhabitable, so I left. I had planned to stay with Vanessa, a prostitute I met during my previous visit to Adelaide in December while driving my other truck, the six-tonne UD, but our initial sexual encounter evolve...

Mick walked into my classroom while I was completing the final exam for my high school senior physics class on my computer. “Hey, Mick,” I remarked as I paused my typing. “Hey, Steve, have you seen my wife?” He spoke in a strained tone. “We're suppose to meet in ten minutes.” As he spoke, I looked down to see Carol swallowing my cum. “Carol and I are due at The Ratskeller for dinner. If you spot her, let her know to hurry...

Caroline and Brian checked into the only motel with a vacancy in the small town. They were on a road trip to look at colleges, but their car had broken down before they reached their first destination. Her husband, John, was supposed to accompany them but a last minute business obligation kept him at home. She opened the door and saw the single queen bed. Sharing a bed would be pushing temptation to its limits. Caroline w...

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...

The air is thick, humming with anticipation. I feel it on my skin. Under it. Tingling my fingertips. I know without knowing that you’re feeling the same. Our rendezvous is finally here. From the gentle testing of waters weeks ago, we’ve been drawing each other closer, deeper. A playful inquiry that quickly blossomed. Tentative nerves that melted in the warmth of a connection that took seed and bloomed more vibrantly with...

On Christmas Day 1999, I loaded my six-tonne truck at Eddie's warehouse and drove away early the next morning, barely noticing the sun. As I drove from Melbourne's south-east suburbs through Victoria, every kilometre on the open road was both thrilling and terrifying. As I crossed the border into South Australia, the landscape changed dramatically. The flat plains stretched out before me, punctuated by the occasional gum...

Weeks drag by in a haze of family life repetition for Jasmine, her husband Frank's autopilot existence that takes her for granted, and the kids' daily routines. But she escaped each night, as her fingers snuck between her thighs, chasing the ghost of Will's thick white cock splitting her open, the memory making her pussy throb with unmet need. As Jasmine folded laundry, her phone vibrated, its screen glowing with the alia...

“Hey, lover man, are we going to stay in bed all day?” Cathy whispered in my ear. “Are we still out of milk?” I yawned. “Yes, I’m afraid so, but you can try. Anytime you want. Please try,” she purred. Cathy jumped out of bed. “But I have to tinkle first. I am NOT going to let you tickle me again, because then I have to wash my coochie. I want her always to be ready when her Coochie Man wants her,” Cathy giggled and went i...

I realized my eyes were closed, but light penetrated my eyelids. I was warm. A sheet or light blanket covered me. Where was I? The last thing I remembered was the anesthesiologist placing a mask over my face and saying, "Breathe deeply." Now, here I was, wherever "here" was. I opened my eyes. There were fluorescent lights and ceiling tiles. The air had a chemical odor. Hospital? Was I in a hospital? I tried to move my han...