The Mile High Club “Fuck! Finally,” thought Jayden as he boarded his flight back home to London. He had been on a three-week trip to India… alone. It had been a long, tiring trip with an exceptional amount of traveling and little to no time to himself. He’d been craving this for five or six days now—just to be back home. With his wife. With his kids. With his family. He missed them so much. “Seat number, sir?” asked the a...

There I sat in my wedding dress, in a hotel lounge, on a cool southern winter's eve. Rick sat next to me, handsome and commanding in his tuxedo. Our niece Angela worked at this hotel. For our 20th wedding anniversary, she had taken the liberty of getting us the Honeymoon Suite, complete with a jacuzzi and a minibar, as an anniversary present. Instructions had been left with the staff to provide us with her discount for al...

“So… what would you say was the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done without your pants on?” I tilt my head and smile at her. Me + her + wine = sex talk. That never fails. In these topsy-turvy times we live in, that’s one thing that remains constant and reliable. If I drink wine with her, we will at some point start talking about sex. “Well, there was this one time. I had just showered, and even though I had spent mos...

Pam It was something that I would have done if the painter was interested, but being told to do it no matter what was something completely new to me. As I headed out the door after a last kiss, my whole body fluttered all the way to Darla and Melanie's shop. Walking inside a few minutes early, I quickly spotted Melanie and moved toward her. We hugged and kissed before she introduced me to the red-haired stunner Samantha a...

It was the kind of day made for dreamers, warm and blue and full of promise. I eased my truck through a pothole and pulled to the side of the decommissioned logging road. There was a wide switchback here that made a convenient parking spot before the road continued its rocky way up the mountain. “We’re here,” I said to the handsome man sitting in the passenger seat beside me. Ronan was a backpacker from Ireland whom I had...

Some choices lead down avenues one simply does not expect. Andrew is a prime example. He sits across the restaurant table in that not-quite beard, dark Polyester suit, and skew-whiff burgundy tie, smiling—actually smiling—at my discomfort. It is the sort of maddening smile that I would ordinarily challenge, had my focus been anywhere other than gripping the table edge and trying not to cum. He observes. Tilts his head. “S...

Britany placed her hand on the doorknob. Her heart was racing. Her husband had her strip before placing their dinner order. The estimated delivery time was 10 minutes. She had ten minutes to get him off and get dressed before answering the door. She sucked and fucked him while playfully pleading. "Please, Daddy, you don't want him to see me naked, do you?" Alas, he held out. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob and o...

This is yet another of my escapades that went kind of wrong, maybe not as potentially bad as the “dress stuck in the car door in the car park” adventure had been, but nevertheless it still caused me some embarrassment. It happened not long after the car park episode, about two or three weeks, actually. I had to go into town for some items for that evening’s dinner, and so, as I had a half-day booked, I took full advantage...