It is Florence in 1503. Leonardo da Vinci is beginning to paint his new commission, Lisa del Giocondo, the wife of Francesco del Giocondo, but he just can’t get the right expression. The story gives a clue to where the name of the painting actually came from. It was early in the afternoon; Lisa had come to my studio in Florence for a preliminary sitting. I had agreed, much against my best opinion, to paint the wife of Fra...

I felt such a fool. I had tripped in the back garden over a rake, of all things, and as I fell, there was an almighty crack. I realised that I had obviously broken the rake handle. Well, that was a blow. I would have to go and get either a new handle or a whole new rake. Tutting to myself, I stood up. Or, rather, I tried to stand up. The pain caused me to black out. When I came to, I couldn’t remember where I was or even...

I lay in my bed listening to the traffic on the road outside; everything simply sounded normal. There was no roaring of a volcano, no splashing of waves against the side of a fleeing boat, no alarm calls from fleeing birds, and no screams of scared people. None of that, simply traffic as people began their days. There was a tap at my door. I put my robe on and answered. “Only me, baby; your dad is still asleep. You and he...

We started slow, and we were thousands of miles apart. There was no way we would ever meet in person. Our chats were not always sexual. But they often went that way, and when they did, we were unrestrained in sharing what we wanted. That was great. A relationship that was not a problem gave us companionship, and the sex chats let us release energy that could power large cities. After five years of sharing online, we wante...

I In the days before the prevalence of American pornography, the most common word for female genitalia in Britain was 'fanny'. The story unfolds in the 1980s, a time when the internet was still in its infancy. I had a new job. I was a secretary in a medium-sized company in the centre of the town, and that was okay, but I ended up covering in the typing pool half the time. Not very stimulating. One of the senior managers c...

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a 'fanny' is the correct term for female genitalia, a 'pussy' is a pet cat, and the 'ass' is a 'bum' or 'arse'. This chapter is part two to my story Volcano; I hope that you enjoy it. Pete started the boat engines again, and we were moving. He gave me some wipes to clean myself, and I put my clothes back on, some rolled-up wip...

Hello, I'm Paul. It is Saturday night, March 28, 2026. I helped a friend by driving her Kenworth K200 truck from Adelaide to Melbourne while towing a B-double set of refrigerated trailers. When I asked if I could bring my wife Melissa along for the run, she enthusiastically agreed. The journey was exciting, with late-night conversations while driving. It had been nearly two years since we had run together; she'd been diag...

Over the next ten days, Carly and Frank exchanged a series of emails and many text messages. Frank continued sending her links to internet porn that he thought she might enjoy and find interesting and informative. Carly continued to devour everything he sent her, spending most of her time when at home naked in front of her computer monitor. She confessed to Frank that her need for orgasms had intensified beyond her imagin...

Thank you for reading my story; I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire, England. Please note that I am a British female and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me, a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse. Work had been a drag; the afternoon just seemed to last forever, but eventually it was time to leave. Luckily, Fridays were an early m...

I was sitting in the conservatory. The spring sun was surprisingly warm, and the conservatory had heated up to the extent that I had the doors open. Earlier when I had collected the laundry, I had opened the upstairs windows to let fresh air blow through. My son Mik’s room had especially needed a blow of fresh air; phew, it ponged. I relaxed back into the chair and sipped at my tea. Nearby a bird was twittering away, a ro...