I was driving home from an out-of-town trip. The day was overcast and rainy and made all the more dreary and laborious with construction detours that forced me onto rural roads. Whatever 'scenery' there was to see was hampered by low visibility and a desire to keep my car in its lane. I had many hours to go and was already feeling tired. I thought about pulling over to rest and maybe getting something to eat. I decided to...

Jane sat in the waiting room, feeling apprehensive. She'd never tried anything like this before. Seeking sexual advice felt slightly out of her comfort zone. The price was a bit steep but she had heard they guaranteed good results. Five minutes passed (which seemed more like thirty). A door in front of her opened and a smartly dressed woman came out, escorting another lady - who appeared to be somewhat flushed - out of th...

“Slut! You're nothing but a useless slut.” The young man screamed at Alice.Alice was totally shocked by the guy's reaction and insult to her trying to prevent him from cutting in before her at the bank.Fourteen years ago, Alice had been a naive eighteen-year-old virgin when she married Carl Jameson. Carl came from a very wealthy and influential family, while Alice had been raised in a more modest home. Three years later A...

"Good morning my child, you have a visitor from Tænnið Beach," Sister Anna addressed me as I lay in the sick-bed of the Convent in St. Claire with a heavily bandaged ankle. "Good morning, Sister," I replied, with the words 'Tænnið Beach' triggering a dose of adrenaline. "God wants you to tell the detective everything you experienced with Jennifer on the train," Sister Anna calmly instructed me. I took a deep sigh and star...

I was a totally straight guy that would cringe at the thought of a cock anywhere near my mouth. That said, I will admit that I enjoyed the other way around. It wasn't my mouth - it was someone else's. I was just getting off through the easiest method available. And as every guy I know, a mouth is far superior to your hand - no matter how much lube you use. Dang, I can still say that the best blow jobs I've ever gotten wer...

I was married to an absolutely wonderful woman. She was sweet, caring, intelligent, funny, and incredibly gorgeous. She has an angelic face, is tall and has a slim build. It was easy to understand why I was so attracted to her. It was also easy to understand why most every other guy we've ever met felt the same. She was definitely a looker but also had an air of approachability that seemed to invite attention. So much so,...

07:50 With another series of lurching rattles, my train crossed the bridge and entered the station. As it did so, I caught a few fleeting glimpses of the river buses and the London Eye. A particularly violent lurch over the points sent a delightful spasm through my already tender pussy. The seething mass that was my fellow passengers swept me toward the exit door and then out onto the platform before depositing me like je...

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon in early spring. I was on a long drive home from an out-of-state extended visit and had many hours for my mind to wander. Add that I hadn't had sex of any kind during the prior two weeks; my mind wandered in erotic directions. Funny how the intensity of my fantasies grow inversely proportional to the length of time I go without relief.    It wasn't too long before my fantasies centered on t...

Sitting at the little diner, drinking a beer, wondering if the truth was really the way to go tonight. I sit here drinking a beer, she is in her apartment warm and cozy. She said maybe we should get back together. Not sure why I laughed but it was a mood killer. I mean she was the one that said we should take a break, hold off a bit. I guess later that day might have been a little soon but in my defense, you should see Su...

It was in the massive white walls, track lighting, and spotless, glittering objects of Williams Sonoma that Henri’s world stopped.    His eyes had caught on a crystal sconce perfect for the cozy, romantic eating area in the wine cellar of his family’s bed and breakfast.  He turned to survey the side of its rope-like motif when he heard two men murmuring to each other. They meandered up the little hallway between the bedro...