The sound of a lawn mower interrupted the reality show I was watching, but I didn’t mind; it was an episode I had seen before in a season I had seen before. It wasn’t until the sound of the lawnmower grew louder that I realized it wasn’t a neighbor mowing...
Ding! Scott’s phone rings out a DM tone from his Instagram messages. “Who's sending me a message?” Scott thinks to himself. He reads the message: “Hey Scott, whatcha up to today?” “That's odd. Gail’s never asked me that before. Normally it's just replies...
I was up in doggie position when Ivan finally came, panting hard and sweating. He fell forward onto my back, but held himself up to avoid crushing me with his weight, his hairy chest tickling my back. Reaching up, he gently squeezed my right nipple, then...
= 15: James = Saturday evening, parked about eighty metres from Daisy’s place, I waited for Lizzy to arrive, hoping that she would not see my car in the gloaming. On time, she arrived, stopped right outside her mother’s home, and stepped out of her car, c...
My wife Jayne and I were on holiday on the Mediterranean coast. We're in our mid thirties but in our hotel, we'd got friendly with an older couple who were also on holiday. They explained they'd won a family holiday in a competition so having a free holid...
I had planned to sleep in after the previous evening's fuckathon with the two gym studs. Annoyingly, a ray of morning sun somehow snuck around the slatted wooden blinds, boring into my left eyelid. I begrudgingly got out of bed, shut the door behind me an...
Keith Edwards had spent most of his college years doing one thing: sitting behind Gabriella Levi and dreaming about the day he’d fuck her. But Keith had one problem. Gabriella Levi wasn’t the only woman he dreamed of fucking, and he didn’t have the patien...
Having finished my shower and toweled myself off, Chrissie was back and took my hand, leading me across the landing and into a large room; a dorm, single beds along each side, twelve in total. “These are yours, aren’t they?” she pointed to the dress, knic...
Sherry and I had been married for nineteen years. We had always had a decent sex life, but each year we fucked less and less. It had gotten to the point that we only did it on special occasions: anniversaries, New Year's Eve or Valentine's Day. Over a gla...
Lily traced her finger down Eric’s vertical scar. It ran from just below his ribcage to just above where his pubic hair began, skirting around his navel as if it were a roundabout. Three months had passed since he’d had emergency surgery for a bowel obstr...
Bob had a love-and-hate thing going with Warsaw. He loved the hard-working stoicism of the people who had endured so much pain and suffering throughout the ages and always came back stronger. He had a lot of time for the Polish people. He hated the steril...
They met at the athletics meet. Both were dressed revealingly. His vest emphasized his biceps. Hers bared her stomach. Both wore high, tight shorts. Each admired the other's muscular legs. Her sex drive overcame her anxiety about not knowing him well, whi...
I am sitting in Anna's luxurious suite, while she talks with her agent in the US. I gather that he urgently requires her to fly to NY for a photo-shoot, and has booked a first-class flight for her from Heathrow this very evening. I find the demands on her...
