Claire watched him fade into the horizon and already missed him. His handsome face, his loving kisses, his arms around her, his cock inside her, her body reaching places it had never been before. And her orgasms, oh God, the orgasms. They were like earthquakes in her soul. ---- They both spent the following week thinking about each other. Lonnie was there the next Monday and the sex was even better, even more uninhibited...

Well, I couldn’t blame it on anyone else! I mean, there I was, off on a course for a few days, staying in a sleepy little archetypal English village. Next door was a pub, next to that was the church, dating from the 1100s, next to that another pub. One called the Swan, the other the George and Dragon. The Bed & Breakfast overlooked the village green - more typically English would be quite impossible to imagine. Except tha...

I heard footsteps behind me, running. I turned to look and was grabbed. A hand came round and clamped over my mouth, the other one circled my waist. He must have been hiding behind a bush in one of the front gardens. I wriggled and struggled, but the arm round my waist was just too tight, but I had one arm almost free. I remembered a few self-defence lessons I’d learnt and I knew I should use my free arm to try to startle...

Lesa and I were after the same thing. We both were mature, already in our early sixties, but that didn't mean we had stopped WANTING to have passionate sex. The problem was that neither of our spouses seemed the slightest bit interested. So we turned to one of those websites promoting affairs. We found each other quickly – our profiles made clear we were both professional, successful with good jobs, and plenty of money; j...

As Jennifer looked around their ‘playroom’, she realised that George had been back while she was in the shower. Over a chair hung the dress, and on it lay a bra and panties. Jennifer smiled as she saw that George had left the toys of their playtime on sight for her to see. Did he want to test or discourage her? When she picked up the bra, it was exactly her size. The panties, however, were a size or two smaller. Jennifer...

When Jennifer woke up the following morning, a dull headache and a jumble of disconnected memories reminded her of a night out of her control. She had neither a watch nor her phone. The latter was in her bag. She had left it somewhere last night, in her rush to get fucked by bloody Steve. And afterwards, there was George. As Jennifer stood under the almost cold shower, she recalled his calm, resonant voice, and her body r...

However much the care of George and the spa bath had restored Jennifer, she was still partially drunk and shaken from her experience earlier in the night. Lying wide awake in the luxurious bed, she stared up at the ceiling, at the encased rail running from the ceiling’s centre to over the bed. It occurred to Jennifer that this room was meant for an invalid or paraplegic. But the pulley and steel hook was not over the bed,...

Jennifer heard the swish of the cane, and then it bit into her stretched up buttocks. She had promised herself not to, but it forced a howl out of her throat as her strung-up lower body convulsed, and a wave of superheat welled up into her in shock gaping cunt. And then she felt George’s hand stroking lovingly over the burning welt on her ass. Nevertheless, Jenifer knew it was far from over because while he caressed her s...

Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating bullets. It was late on the Saturday morning of Memorial Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was high. Humid as hell, too. He was about halfway through his fourth mile, and in a few minutes he would be leaving the beach and getting back on the pavement. Then he would run the five blocks to his condo complex and jump in the pool. He loved running on the beach for seve...

There are only two kinds of regrets; regrets for things you’ve done, of course, but also for things you could have done but didn’t, for whatever reason. You might regret any number of things you’ve done; foolish, painful, or hurtful things, or maybe things that have cost you a lot of money or much of your dignity or both. Possibly impulsive things you simply didn’t think through ahead of time, or that ended other than as...

Wilkins “She sure must be mad at us.” “Give her some time. She will come around. You have been a good judge of people till now.” “Yeah, I know. There is something different this time. I thought I read her right.” “She must be wondering about Chris too. I think we should let her deal it with and come to terms. Don’t do anything to fuck it up.” Mel paced around the house. For the first time, in many years, she was not sure...

It was her eighteenth birthday, and although she had a lot of friends, her family only paid her attention when they had to take their stress out on somebody. A number of times those people who wore a suit and tie and some would even bring the police would go check on her but was too scared of her parents so she wouldn't say anything.  She got dressed and tried to say bye to her parents, but they ignored her and didn't eve...

My name is Jacob, and my wife, Olivia, and I live in Brentwood, Tennessee, an affluent suburb of Nashville. I’m a senior state official working in the Tennessee State Capitol area, and at the time this story began, I was fifty-two years old and Olivia was fifty. Olivia and I met after college, and we have had a wonderful marriage, raising a son and a daughter who are now out on their own. We had a great sex life too, at l...

When I was born, fifty-two years ago, I was a chubby baby with a very light complexion and a head full of red hair. I was a contrast to my siblings, as they all had a complexion darker than mine, and darker hair. We used to spend our summer vacations at the beach, and it was funny to see my siblings and my parents getting a perfect tan while the best I could get was a bright red color, then I peeled off all the burnt skin...