A CHANCE MEETING We meet, by chance, in a hotel lobby. I am traveling on business. You are there for a family function. You ask, “Are you single?” I reply, “Not yet, but I hope to be single again within a year. I am an open book; feel free to ask me anything.” You tell me, “I’m a single lady with no kids, and I have never been married.” You continue, “You seem like a nice guy. I am starting to like you.” Then you surprise...

The next day I headed over to Victoria's. As I got to her front door, my phone rang. It was Mary. "Hi, I see you're visiting Victoria. When you're finished, come and see me." As I hung up, Victoria opened her door, wearing a long Japanese-style blue silk dressing gown. "Hi, how are you today?" "I'm a little nervous, but I would like to do some more of what we did yesterday. Let me make us a cup of tea." I leaned in and ki...

The tugboat lurched and rolled as it made its way towards Ngumba Harbour. I sat on a bench behind the wheelhouse, glancing back at the ship that had been my home for the past week as it receded into the distance. My focus shifted to the land and the town that would become my new home. Earlier, on the ship's deck, I had my first sight of Ngumba, a volcanic island that appeared as a distant, perfect cone. From my seat on th...

I hate those Saturday afternoons when there’s an international Rugby game being played in Dublin. We get thousands of Scots running around town wearing kilts shouting, “There’s nothing worn under ma kilt.” If not them, it’s the English fans singing Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, a song, or chant, that features various gestures that tradition dictates they have to include. If you get one wrong, you have to knock a drink back. I...

The next morning was all sunshine. The couple went to the restaurant and had the Bridal Breakfast, including mimosas. Valerie was on top of the world. Sitting across the table with real linen and the elegant setting was something she had never experienced. Then she looked at her husband. Her husband. Valerie’s heart fluttered. The server, attired in a white shirt, black bow tie, and cummerbund, poured their coffee from a...

I'm a Peeping Tom, and I walk the backyards of my neighborhood, searching for the women who leave their bedroom blinds ajar or curtains open while they're preoccupied with sex. I let them put on a candid show for me, and they usually never know they're doing it. But sometimes, if they notice me watching, they overcome their fear and invite me in. That's what happened this particular evening, as I will relate. I was near t...

Nicole and Rob were friends and lovers, and had shared many sexual experiences, but one of her favorites things was as simple as resting on his lap after a fun spanking and being played with. Rob knew that and indulged her often, since he liked getting her so completely turned on. This is the story of one of those times. After a dinner out, they returned to Nicole's place, had an after-dinner drink, and settled down on th...

When I was sixteen, I discovered that I could make myself cum by playing with my nipples. I never knew when or why they'd get hard; they just did. Believe me when I say that I've tried hiding them from the prying eyes of those who ogle me everywhere I go. My mother refuses to buy me bras until I stop growing or can fit into hers. Whichever comes first. "They're hardly worth covering anyway, and we can't afford to buy some...

I picked up my phone, pressed my thumb on the sensor, and waited for the screen to unlock. My glance showed one text, six WhatsApp messages, and ten emails. I tapped open the text. "Hey, love," I called out, "I've had a message from Harry." She turned from the kitchen sink, drying her hands on a tea towel. "Harry, Laurence?" "Yeah. I haven't heard from him since Christmas, perhaps longer. He's inviting me to a class reuni...

Lynn was traveling and stopped at a small town about halfway to her destination, both to find some dinner and to break the drive in half. She saw a bar and pulled into the parking lot. You can tell a lot about a place by the cars and trucks of the customers, she knew, and this place looked okay, with quite a few cars, and no super customized, jacked-up pickups. She entered, and even though the place was nearly empty, she...

Ashleigh first became aware of him when he messaged her about her Gallery photo on the Lush website, offering to write a story about a fantasy of hers. She was intrigued, and they began messaging each other. She told him to read another author's tales of voyeurism to understand what she might like as a fantasy; she sent him links, and he read them. He gathered that she wanted to put on a show for a guy she knew was watchi...