Let’s get this straight: I don’t believe in Fairy Tales, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, or Santa Fucking Claus. Then why am I sitting in one of the oldest pubs in “Auld Reekie”; The Cafe Royale in West Register Lane, drinking mulled wine and writing my wish for the Wishmas Tree? Blame it on my best pal Missy. He or she, depending on how the mood takes him, believes in all that mystical crap. Tonight he is resplendent...

The old box fan insisted upon a lazy, rhythmic breath, a low, pervasive counterpoint to the television’s distant murmur. A bold, careless spill of morning sun sliced through the window blinds, laying down uneven stripes of gold across the worn couch where you were blissfully anchored in the warmth of her presence. Limbs intertwined, you were a perfect, quiet knot of sated stillness and absolute contentment. Your Sunday cl...

The weekend sunlight spilled across the bed in soft, golden beams, catching the edges of the sheer curtains and draping the room in a warm, sleepy glow. The light lingered over everything, painting the scene with a sense of intimacy and quiet comfort. You lie still, deliciously tangled in the sheets, on your side. Teddy slid open the dresser drawer beside you, the whisper of wood against wood, a subtle counterpoint to the...

Chapter 4, Scene 2: "The Errand" The bathroom door clicked shut behind her, followed by the distant hiss of the rainfall shower. Caitlin's voice echoed faintly down the hallway, singing, carefree, already prepping for her gym session with Mia. Devon lay sprawled on the bed, still spent from the morning, the faintest ache still lingering in his thighs. The memory of Caitlin grinding against him in her sheer, glossy black b...

Though I'm a married man in my early forties, I like wearing sexy women's panties. I love the look of them on my otherwise naked body and how the thin, taut material shows off my erect cock outline. I'm into porn, and as well as pictures of naked women, nothing turns me on more than the sight of a well-stacked guy with his hard-up cock in women's panties. One weekend, my wife was away seeing her ageing mother, and my nine...

The dishes were done, the hum of the dishwasher a soft counterpoint to the weekend quiet. Coffee mugs sat half-full on the counter, releasing the last of their warmth. You were stretched out on the couch, belly-down and scrolling lazily, while morning light golden and insistent slipped through the blinds in narrow slats across the room. Teddy padded out of the bedroom, barefoot and easy, her oversized tee hanging loose ov...

The rain began in the early afternoon, a soft whisper that soon grew into an insistent drumming against the windows. You were curled on the couch, legs tucked beneath a cashmere throw, the faint hum of a documentary a gentle counterpoint to the quiet intimacy of the afternoon. Teddy sat beside you, her hand resting on your thigh as if it had found its true home. You were both barefoot, dressed in the weekend’s softest lux...

Marked and Owned The door closed softly behind him. Phil stepped into the warm glow of the entryway, wearing a black dress shirt with the top button open, sleeves casually rolled. He carried no overnight bag, just a slim velvet box tucked beneath one arm, and a knowing smile that deepened when he heard Sally’s heels approach. She appeared at the top of the stairs, radiant in her deep green slip dress, sheer black hold-ups...

I had a day! Sometimes I love dressing up in sexy dresses and lingerie. Complete with a pretty wig and makeup. This usually happens after a full body waxing session. The complete smoothness and feel of soft sexy barely-there lingerie makes me feel so feminine and confident. I'm a very fit, muscular, handsome man. 5' 10", 175lbs. I go to the gym every day, run, and cycle. So I'm proud of my physique. I'm always asked by gu...

My return to the office was unannounced. The one-year assignment abroad was to gather human-interest stories from European countries. There were several stories of interest, which I kept private. Sexual expression in foreign countries was more open than in the United States. Over the year there were days of no sexual contact with males or females, but many nights of masturbation. There were a few gorgeous males that stirr...

The drive stretched out, quiet but electric, charged with all the things you weren’t doing yet, all the delicious possibilities simmering between you. Every stoplight, every turn brought you closer to the apartment. Closer to the moment that delicate line between suggestion and action would finally blur, dissolving into a breathtaking reality. When you pulled into the lot and turned off the engine, neither of you moved ri...

“Wilson, over here,” one of the guys yelled from a corner booth in the hotel bar. “Hey, Smitty,” I said as I approached the table. Another four or five guys attending the same conference were well-ensconced in the booth, and I was already several drinks behind them. “Pull up a chair, let’s get you a drink,” he said. “I still owe you one from that last merger you helped me with.” “No can do. I’m meeting an old pal from Arm...

After my adventure as a slutty sissy schoolgirl, a switch in my brain had flicked. Perhaps it was all the dick I had been made to suck that night, but the day afterwards, I went online and bought myself a small pink chastity cage, a dildo, and a new douche. I had also bought a trio of metal butt plugs of different sizes. On the base of the largest plug, it had the word 'SLUT' enamelled in big bold letters. In the same sho...