Leanne appeared at my door a short while after her run-in with Mick. She was obviously distraught, tears were streaming down her cheeks. “What’s wrong?” I asked her, highly concerned. She explained to me in detail her conversation with Mick. She told me what he had seen, what his demands were, and why she was afraid she would lose her job. “Did he follow you?” I asked her. “No, he’s working in a different section. He’s in...

I looked up when I heard the deep rumble of the bike turning off the highway. I felt the vibrations in my body when it pulled up behind me at the fast station. I pulled my eyes away from it before the rider turned it off, and watched the money tick up on my gas pump. The rumbling stopped and I sighed, missing the thrum in my body. I glanced back and saw the rider dismount, his thick thigh swinging over the seat as he got...

I cleaned myself up in the morning, leaving Leanne’s note on the mirror. I would spend my day relaxing and watching the country roll by. Furthermore, I was in a great mood again, Leanne’s intoxicating behavior elevating me to new heights. I spent the morning watching the countryside roll by, patiently awaiting a sign from Leanne. The stops had been fewer, and less frequent today, but the scenery was outstanding. I obeyed...

Gary Mitchell stared incredulously at his wife, Amina. They’d been married ten years, and he never had a clue that she was bisexual. Of course, she’d decided to be with him and faithful to their marriage, so he supposed it wasn’t unheard of that he’d been in the dark. Gary had his own dirty little secret blown wide open tonight after a chance meeting with his former high school teacher, Serena Johnson. “My head is spinnin...

I have made a new dress, especially for our date. It is in a shiny stiff fabric, moss green, one of my best colours, with a pencil skirt cut just above the knee. It is nipped in at the waist, and has gathers under the bust. It is too smart for the pub, really, but I wanted to impress you. It is too tight to wear a bra underneath, and I have to breathe in to sit down. The heavy fabric mostly disguises my nipples, but not q...

I knew from the way she walked how excited Molly was. Her hurried, small strides told of the toy nestled between her panties and dampening sex. It was the first time I sent my college girlfriend to class with a remote-controlled vibrator threatening to buzz to life at any moment. I thumbed the app on my phone, tempted to switch it on to see her reaction among the between-class throng of students, but I restrained myself....

Afternoon tea was her suggestion. I had only said, “Let’s meet for tea.” It was she who said, “The Ritz, of course, would be lovely.” Through Lush, we had known each other for years, virtually smiling and lightheartedly bantering through many a chatroom. No hint of any particular erotic spark had ever arisen in more than two years of conversations, or so I thought. It seemed perfectly natural for me to comment that I was...

This is another true story about my first ever girlfriend June. Those of you I have shared her folder of photos with will know how beautiful she was at the time, and will have seen the dress and heels that play a strong part in this story. The events I write about here are perhaps my first tentative steps in cuckolding, even though I had never heard of the word at the time. I now feel it was what happened that lovely hot...

I was 19 and horny; it was a Saturday night and I was in an alternative nightclub with friends. By alternative, I mean the music, not what you're probably thinking of! This was in my university city on the South Coast of England, and it was always buzzing on a Saturday night. I usually went out when I could. Full-time escorting was behind me, and I was enjoying the free time I now had. I was wearing a very nice, sleeveles...

Wrigleyville was crowded for a non-game night. The sidewalks were packed as Molly and I approached the bar, just south of Wrigley Field on Clark Street. We loved coming to Sluggers on Saturday nights for $1 Jell-O shots and the dueling pianos show, followed by dancing in the downstairs bar area, or hanging around at the batting cages. Somehow, we’d arrived early for once, so we got some drinks downstairs while we waited f...

Living in upstate New York, working in the city, subways are a transportation necessity. As usual, it was packed like a sardine can. I had already given my seat to an older lady, so on my feet I stood. 9 th Street, the next stop, was always crowded. Those of us standing did the back step shuffle. She climbed in and I checked her out. Mature, not small but not fat, perfectly thick in all the right places. She wore a sleeve...