Author's note: the Icelandic character þ is called a 'thorn' and is pronounced 'th'. So þrall is pronounced 'thrall'.The warm water pours from my ladle and sluices over his rippling muscles, carrying away with it the blood and grime and sweat and sea-salt. I caress his body with a soft rag. He has the hard muscles of a swordsman, and the pale scars too: they criss-cross his chest and back and shoulders, each pale and puck...

Sitting at the bar one evening Brian was bored but as horny as hell. The place wasn’t exactly pumping and the few guys that were there weren’t registering anything above four on his lust-o-meter. He had formerly been to bed with two of the men milling about, but those encounters had been infinitely forgettable. Lifting his glass he sipped the last bit of wine before putting the empty glass back on the table. He looked at...

Now as a couple Phil & Helene start their sexual adventure. Following our first whirlwind weekend together, we didn't see much of each other for the following week. Monday we did get together that evening and the sex was as amazing as ever. Tuesday I had work to complete at home and Wednesday Helene had a work function to attend in the evening. Thursday was her date night with Lisa, so it was Friday before we got together...

Needless to say, Rosie offered me a job at Marchmont Ladies, the upmarket escort agency which she ran out of her tenement flat. And of course I was happy to accept, if a little apprehensive as to what to expect; glossy brochures and easy words are all very well, but reality can be quite messy, and who knows what sort of man I'd have to pretend to like.Still, the money was excellent. I'd earn enough in one assignation to p...

January 2027I was in the basement of our house looking through an old box I had stored years ago in a crawl space left over when we built the house. Due to the house’s design, this was just a small area of unusable extra space hidden behind a plywood wall. I had stashed a couple of boxes there for safe keeping. Until the letter arrived yesterday, I had almost totally forgotten them. The letter brought it all back.The firs...

With the long vacation looming and still no sign of a job to see me through to the start of next term (see my post “Misbehaving” for the story behind that), I put out a few feelers among my friends to see what they could suggest. Some of them had indeed struck lucky with internships or work experience packages, but disappointingly nearly everyone else had had to resort to supermarket or coffee-shop jobs. I needed some wor...

The story so far:Giselle’s Italian husband, Francisco, is useless in bed. To satisfy her sexually, she has taken a lover, an African named Mobu with a huge black cock. She has just had her first fuck from him, and drunk his semen out of a condom. But the evening is not over yet by a long way. Now read on…***Then Giselle invited her African stud to lie down next to her on the double bed. She wanted to get to know his body...

The cost of living was unbelievably high in a major world-class city where a six-figure income, for the most part, was to be expected. The city was loaded with successful people and millionaires were not so uncommon. In the city, there was an invisible line between the rich and the poor which was rarely crossed. Most of the times, the rich looked down on the poor areas; going there, let alone hanging out with anyone from...

"I like this nightgown, it's pretty." I raised my head up from his chest to meet his eyes. "You really think so, babe?" He smiled and rubbed my back reassuringly. "Yes, I do. It reminds me of that milf from Little House on the Prairie."I chuckled and nuzzled my head back into his chest. He'd recently confessed to me a fantasy he had about his favorite show, and though I laughed at him at the time, I was secretly curious a...

I was the maid of honor at a friend's wedding a couple of weekends ago. It was her second marriage. She was marrying a wealthy financial advisor, so the wedding and reception were very elegant. It was a black tie affair, so I rented a gown and wore my best jewelry.Lucas, a hedge fund manager, and I met at the rehearsal party. He was the best man, daringly handsome with jet black hair and dark penetrating eyes. We were bot...

Jas woke in a haze to find both of Eddie’s hands tightly around her neck, which prevented her from moving away from him as his mouth began devouring her left nipple, raking his teeth over it. A searing pain shot through her hungry body, erupting into a full fledged orgasm as she completely surrendered to him. Stephanie greedily sucked at her clit, tasting her sweet nectar as it fell upon her tongue while Eddie had his way...

I met my wife Viki in 2007 when she was twenty-two and I was twenty-five. I am half-Thai and half-Indonesian while Viki was pure Thai, from a traditional Thai family in Chiangmai. She had just graduated and had come to work at the travel agency where I was the manager. It was love at first sight for me. She was small, only five feet tall, but very pretty, with a great smile and a slim but curvy figure. I'm about five-feet...

I could tell when I was about to get a new neighbor because one of the cleaners would turn up and do her stuff in whichever cabin it was to be. The cabins were in a big, ramshackle property near the beach in Panama and I had come across them while stuck in the country, waiting for paperwork to come through to go somewhere else. I had intended to stay just a week or two but it had turned into months and there was nothing t...