Chapter 1   Aravaris felt safe once she left the high stone walls of Meadowlands, past the magical warding that protected the city from foreign invaders, through the dark oak trees that towered beyond view, into the grassy clearing that signaled nature and mystery. Her father insisted that she should never leave the city walls, and a party of the most boring elves in the realm escorted her to and fro. Her father was the k...

“Spectacular is high praise, but I will take it.”“Ladies, wasn’t Amber marvelous?” Standing next to me near the mirrored wall in the front of the studio, Rhonda applauded, which sparked a round of cheers from the other six dancers in the room.I held up my hands, slightly abashed by the praise. “I’m not an expert on the pole like Rhonda here, but I do hope I showed you how to release your sensuality through your performanc...

“Honey, are you okay?” my husband Tommy asked. I looked away from the amazing view of the sea and smiled at him.“Yeah, I’m fine.” The speedboat bounced of the swells and picked up speed as it entered the calmer waters of a deep bay. Tommy pulled back and the boat went from planing to digging in. In front of us my parent’s villa came into view and I saw my dad walking down to the little dock that held his boat. It was a wa...

The lush English countryside passed in a blur of yellow and green as the express train whizzed towards London. Sitting in a business class carriage near the front, Rachael shuffled her conference speech notes and rehearsed the talk again in her head. It was the millionth time she had read through her speech since she departing a rainy Edinburgh that morning. MediaTrax 2018 would attract the biggest movers and shakers in t...

Curtis Cigarette wasn’t his real name, of course. He’d been christened Curtis Christoff but in his late teenage years he was always asking anyone, “Got a cigarette?” At one point someone said “Uh-oh, here comes Curtis Cigarette,” and the name stuck. Curtis was a stoner who over time had tried almost every drug but always came back to weed. I don’t know if you can be a weed addict, but you sure can be a “getting high” addi...

When I was younger I would have never been curious about another man’s cock, but the older I got the more curious I became. I sometimes wonder if that was because by the time that I was in my late forties, I had done everything that a man and a woman can do together or with others, except crossing over to the other side. Now that I think back, perhaps, in fact, I was curious earlier in life but just didn’t realize the fac...

Looking back now, as a mature, married, African-American man, living in Dothan (SE Alabama), I consider myself more fortunate than most. My name is Marcus, and I was born and raised here, and came of age in the 1980s, when the population was around fifty thousand. It wasn’t easy for black boys to get onto the path of success back then, but I was fortunate to have loving parents who sacrificed for my sisters and me. Our pa...

As we made our way back to our room, Barb was silent as she held the envelope and once we were in our room again, she quickly looked at the room service menu before calling to order us breakfast. She said that the food should be delivered within thirty minutes and she reminded me to call The Pines Nudist Resort while she took a long hot shower. Once she closed the bathroom door, I called The Pines to reserve the “Glamor T...

The island of Barcola was primarily Nivalese. The inhabitants had managed to repel a mainland occupation a half-century prior by pulling the majority of their people into the mountains and fighting a brutal guerrilla war against the colonizing forces. In the narrow mountain passes, the mainlanders’ usual tactics of shielded firing lines and phalanx-style close combat were completely useless. The colonists tried to starve...

Sometimes in life, you are given opportunities that require you to make a choice. There are good choices, bad choices, and then there are choices that you just didn't think through. This story is about the latter. The air was hot and dry in sunny Las Vegas, but Cody and Elise weren’t feeling it’s scorching heat as they floated in the lazy river of the MGM Grand. It was Christmas time, so the hotel was almost empty. These...

For those who don’t know me, my name is Brianna.  Everyone calls me Bri (pronounced Bree). I recently turned twenty-six. I’m a tall, curvy redhead. And I’m bi. My steady girlfriend of the past eight years is a short, small-breasted brunette named Tina. We met during our first week in college. I made the first move on Tina, who I thought - and still think – is the most beautiful and sensuous woman I’ve ever seen. Tina said...

I owned and operated my Fetish club called the "The Whip." It was modeled after the Gentleman's club I once worked at in London. In the beginning, it was exciting and every night was full of sex and fantasy. I soon realized it was a real business, with profits and losses and the worst part, the drama between the clients and the staff. It took up most of my time and I didn't have time or energy to care for a personal slave...

I am a fifty-four-year-old bi black American living in Brisbane.  I had always considered myself straight, but while looking at porn I came across this site called Nifty Archives and my attention became aroused.  I was particularly drawn to Encounters, about one night stands.  Suddenly my staid hetero world had changed. I found myself on Craiglist seeking casual encounters and it didn't take long before I got a response. ...

It was the moment of truth for Susan as her face was inches from a throbbing hard cock.  Behind her was her lover, Steve, and he had his hard-swollen cock fully buried in Susan’s hot hairy pussy.  His mouth was at her ear and he gently coaxed his wanton lover into kissing the other man’s pre-cum leaking cock head.   The flood gates had opened as the first taste of that man’s cock filled her mouth.  The musky manly smell o...