I woke up on the Friday morning with that ache, that lovely ache between my legs that reminded me I’d had a lot of sex the day before. I stretched out in the king-sized bed and discovered I was along. I sat up; Lucy was not there with me. For a split second, I thought she had left. Then I saw her suitcase, her make-up bag, and the clothes she had worn last night that I had thrown on a chair. I checked my phone; it was hal...

“Alright class! Fantastic work today!” A smile lit up my face as I pressed my hands together. “Frida, great job on holding your bridge!” I waved out my class as they filed by, one by one. It was pretty easy for me to notice that one student was taking her time and not rolling up her mat yet. “Mia, everything okay?” I rolled up my own rose-red yoga pad as I watched the younger blonde. She waited until we were the last two...

Pam Finally ready, with the backpack straps pulling back my shoulders and accentuating my breasts, Ellie and I exited the bathroom and cut into the line to the appreciative glances of the other patrons around us. We moved along slowly, while surrounded by a crowd of twenty or more. When the first werewolf appeared off to the side, the group all mashed against each other to the opposite wall. There were plenty of hands fee...

Lucy stared at the hotel room ceiling, her body a map of pleasant ruin. The memory of the previous night played on a relentless loop behind her eyes. The feeling of being utterly filled, the violent pleasure that had torn through her, the shocking intimacy of Ms. Quinn grinding against her, their shared wetness mingling. It was, without question, the most profound sexual experience of her life. She’d been remade. Lucy’s j...

She lies on the private beach she rented, lying there naked. Her golden hair shines in the sunlight, casting a radiant glow across her body. She listens to the waves crash against the shore and lies back to enjoy the vibe. Between the drink she had and the sun, she was feeling very relaxed and, dare I say, a little horny. She feels the towel under her ass and digs it into the sand a little more. She moans a little at the...

A few years ago, we stayed for two nights at the comfortable and luxurious Hawkstone Hall Hotel, in Shropshire, England. Thanks to a young waitress, we both enjoyed an unexpectedly sexy evening during our stay. We're thinking of planning a trip back later this year. Hopefully the waitress is still there, or at least someone has taken her place who is similarly liberal in her sexual behaviour. Let us share the story of wha...

Whenever Rob’s away on business, I found it difficult to sleep. I had forgotten what it was like to sleep alone; thirty years of being in a relationship had done that to me. But on this occasion, there was another, more pressing reason. The second Thursday in July was finally here! Lucy and I were having our spa break. We had been discussing it for weeks, getting each other hot and bothered about what we were going to get...

It didn't seem so long ago that London was fairly understandable. Smog. Filth. Rain. Poverty. Whores. Criminals. The lot of it. Things were, no doubt, much better now. Magic was more sustainable than industry. Better for the respiratory system. The water wasn't full of shit and cholera. Poverty was still a thing, of course, but it was more manageable to be poor when you didn't cough blood. Criminals had, for now at least,...