My wife and recently I spent an evening at a five-star hotel. Over dinner and a few drinks we talked about some of the adventurous sexual encounters we’d in the past. Reminiscing about those good times got us both a bit excited. I could see my wife’s nipples perking up in the halter top of her sexy dress and I certainly had a stiff erection. Looking at me seductively, she said, “You know, we’ve never fooled around in an e...

Everyone has a fantasy, even me. Mine is to be fucked by a stranger in an elevator. Let me explain why I have such a fantasy. I love to read, and many of the erotic porn tales I enjoy have some scene where a girl encounters a man, often a stranger, in an elevator and something kinky and erotic takes place. Sometimes she’s groped and fingered, sometimes she’s pinned against the wall and fucked like a whore. Now, the buildi...

A woman gets friendly with one of the men that lives in her boyfriend's building when he goes away on business.**************************Note: This is one of 11 short stories that I originally ghostwrote for someone for pay, but I ended up buying the rights back to them and have proof as such. So if anyone ever sees this story anywhere else online under a different authors name, all copies to my knowledge were removed, I...

'Have you a cock?' The question that broke the mandatory silence was empty of emotion, as when one asks an automated teller for tens or twenties. My answer was equally flaccid. 'No. I have no need of one.' 'Really? No cock?' I was surprised by how easily the obscenity crossed her cultured lips, even though our propaganda averred that myriad such appendages had passed the other way. The irony amused me and a chuckle accomp...

It has been a long day at work this morning and the day is only half over. I really need this lunch break now to clear my head. I step into the elevator and push the button to take me down to the lobby and out to a restaurant.  "Hold that elevator, please?" a male voice asks. It’s so annoying to be delayed, but I push the "door open" button and a man steps in. He's six foot one and handsome as hell. “Hmm,” I think, “My da...

Karen glanced at the clock, frowned, and realized she had probably missed the Director of Accounting by fifteen minutes. It was 6:45 in the evening, she was hungry and stressed, and this folder of papers was promised to be on his desk before he left the building. She picked up her phone and dialed the extension of his assistant. Three rings ... four ... voice mail. There was no one there. She pushed the handset hard into...

"When will I see you again?" she murmurs, as he holds her face close to hers. "I have some notes to catch up on so I'll have to let you know. It won't be too long though - I promise," he says, brushing his lips against hers. He is rewarded with a soft smile from Susie. Matthew is fully dressed and she is only in an oversized shirt with panties. Her lips swollen, her hair slightly dishevelled and wild. The two hold each ot...

This is a chapter from my book Office Sluts 3: Travels Abroad.-----------------------------------------------------------------“Okay, I will tell you everything,” Bonnie said. “But give me a half an hour first.” I agreed. She looked like she could use some rest; her cheeks were red, and her hair was messy and sloppy. I helped her undress. She went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. She was in there so long that...

It was the last Friday of the month, which only meant one thing, date night.Since they had met, Lyndsey and Steven had liked to keep things fun in the bedroom and try different things. Just one of the things they had recently started to do was date night. Once a month they would decide on a place to meet. They would turn up separately, sit in a bar and pretend they didn't’t know each other. Steven would then approach her...

With her head buried deeply between her thighs, Aria ruffled her hair and muttered curses to the high Gods. She has been a good girl... recently, so why was she being punished like this? She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists tightly. She could hear his heavy breathing, which grew more irritating by the second. Oh, how she wished he would stop. Maybe she should do it herself? No... even if she did it in the slickest...

Janet was late for work again, her cell alarm had failed to wake her and as a result she was rushing toward the elevator after crashing through her apartment to get ready. She had a bagel in her mouth, her messenger bag slung haphazardly over her shoulder, and a sealed cup of coffee in her hand. She pushed the elevator button repeatedly as though that would have the magic effect of making it open and took a bite of her ba...

[Author’s note: Continued from previous stories. Characters may make more sense if you read those first.] Heather walked Miranda down the darkened, glistening streets to her apartment. The mostly quiet stroll was punctuated by short conversations about city life, favorite books, wine drinking habits, and so on. Both women avoided discussion of their strange, budding relationship - not out of shame or embarrassment, but ra...