Style Stories

Your head always loses when it says one thing and your body says another. Sometimes, or maybe just this once, Frank wished his head would have come out on top. Staring up again at the stark white wall at the end of the hallway he now sat, watching the slow, lazy circles the large gray and black industrial fan made in its center. It seemed to have no purpose there other than to antagonize ones with its monotony. Counting t...

Lily desperately needed cock this evening. The craving took a hold of her suddenly, and she decided to stop sulking and mourning and head out on the prowl. Go and get fucked, Lily Larkin! Her sister Irma was concerned about her being alone tonight, but Lily had a plan. At a nightclub she hadn’t been to in years, she found her prey—two lovely young men in white dress shirts swaggering about the club. No doubt they were her...

Even her dog was suspicious of the man trying get in. “I can’t let you in,” Brooke said, with a shrug and an apologetic smile. “Please, ma’am, this is my building,” said the man trying squeeze past her. “I’ve lived here for a month.” They were at the front door of the apartment building. He seemed like a nice guy—no menace in his eyes, no hint of thuggery in his clothes. But the rules were clear about people having their...

It was a searing hot day in the tropical forests of Malaysia. The drizzle that had been gently tapping its fingers on the tin buildings for the past week was finally subsiding. The air was a sticky blanket that clung to every surface and was thick with the smell of wet humus and orchid flowers. The single dirt road through town had been churned to a muddy blend of insects and soil, making sucking noises whenever someone h...

A young girl’s panties say so much About self-esteem and confidence As well that she doth often touch Her sex-self under her underpants. Girls’ finger-fun is no great secret, The Victorian Age aside. For on-line's Victoria’s Secret Means naughtiness need not hide. Our outer gear is made to deal With cold and raging storms. But panties meet needs more real And hidden from social norms. To please her lover, a girl may wear...

He appears next to me as I exit the club. "Shall we take a taxi?" he asks. "Why should we," I reply --- I'm arrogant, I know, but I can't help it. "Why do you have to leave without a trick?" he shoots back. He's black, slender, wears a polo shirt and unassuming beige slacks. My gaze descends to his package. He follows my eyes. He knows there's no need for concern, his physique will speak for itself. He's winning. He hails...