In college, I signed up for an introductory marine biology course, mostly for the credits and the field trips that got us out of the lecture hall. Every week we'd load onto a van and head to the coast—beaches, harbors, tidal pools—notebooks in hand, collecting samples and trying to act like serious scientists. One morning in early July, the professor announced our destination: a massive back bay, thousands of acres of tid...

Seth: 50 years old with brown hair. He’s trim and fit for his age after many years of recreational exercise. This makes him look younger than his years. He tends to be extroverted, loves being with friends or groups and places high value on relationships. Seth is bisexual with no clear preference for any gender romantically or sexually. Beth: 42 years old with long dark hair. Like Seth, she has a trim fit body from years...

I had just returned home. It was 11:30 p.m. This was new for me—I had worked the midnight shift for a long time, but now I was on evenings. I entered my apartment, dark, empty, lonely. I’d only been here seven months. My girlfriend had left a couple of months ago. The gratitude; I’d moved down here to be with her, and after only five months, she abandoned me. That’s life. So, there I was—a boring Monday evening, no plans,...

Under the soft glow of the candlelight, Siren’s plan begins as a quiet, almost seductive pact between mother and daughter, born from late-night confessions over red wine. Evelyn, the mother (mid-50s, widowed for over a decade, and aching with unspoken desires), admits to Siren how long it’s been since anyone has truly touched her, tasted her. Siren, married to Matt for 7 years, understands intimately what her mother is mi...

One day I received an offer to participate in a fisting session. Fisting is extreme for me. I am not yet ready for this type of sex, and my hole is not trained enough. I have never been in a passive role and do not intend to be in the near future. However, I can be active in fisting, when I turn my hand into a large cock. I have always been fascinated by men, sometimes young, sometimes mature, who are able to take a large...

Chapter Fifteen: Till Death Do Us Fart The opening fanfare of the Wedding March from A Midsummer Night’s Wet Dream rang out jubilantly across the nave of All Cunts Langham Place, as Harriet appeared at the top of the aisle, escorted by her father. There was a communal gasp of admiration at her shimmering chiffon wedding gown – frontless down to her waist so that her glorious full breasts could stand proud before her, and...

Chapter Fourteen: Boléro Wankminster Central Hall was dark and silent, its occupants waiting with bated breath for the start of the final performance of Smoke-‘n’-Fuck 2050. Fuxmy Gopal and her cameraman had returned to their posts at the rear, and the three judges were seated back at their table in the centre of the auditorium. A single spotlight picked out Harriet’s face, her blond hair swept back so that her broad jaw...

Gloryholes have attracted my attention for a long time. I remember seeing these mysterious holes in walls since I was a kid. They were usually cut into the partitions of public restrooms, specially installed in gay clubs, and I even remember seeing one at a bus station toilet. At the time, I didn't understand what they were for, who was peeking through them or what men were sticking through them. Maybe some amusement for...

Interlude Report: Harriet Danes Upper Sixth Form Kunt College April 2050 Dear Mr & Mrs Danes, Harriet has been making excellent progress in her academic studies this term. She is to be congratulated on the fact that the Royal Academy of Fucking have not felt the need to call her for a live audition, but have already offered her an unconditional place based upon her ‘A’-Level Fucking Guided Cuntwork. I know that Professor...

Chapter Twelve: And Behold, There Ran Out Piss From Under the Right Side of the Temple The quickest way from North London to Cunting Town is by tube, changing at Bonk for the Dicklands Light Railway. And so that is the way Harriet and Janey took – though by the time they climbed the pee-streaked outside staircase to Michael’s flat and knocked on the peeling green door, the sun had already set, and Harriet had smoked at le...

I am not only a cum dump but also a piss pig. A piss hog or a piss swine, if you like. For me piss comes second to cum. I like to feel the drops of 'golden shower', sometimes 'silver shower', on my forehead, face, shoulders and chest. This kind of shower has a specific smell. If only a few drops get onto my clothes, I carry that smell with me in public. I like to be both a little sprinkled or completely drenched with piss...

He watches me. Wrecked. Worshipful. I pause, then glance over my shoulder with a smile that starts in my lips but finishes in my hips. “You gave me your dirtiest dream,” I purr, crawling back into his lap, knees bracketing his thighs, voice low and full of wicked promise. “Now I’ll give you mine.” My free hand drifts down my stomach, fingers slipping through my own slickness. “From the foot of the bed,” I say, letting my...