We had been sitting across from each other at the table. Your light blue eyes staring at me, measuring my reaction to the cards I was picking up. The game was Canasta and you never lost... well you never lost to me. But at the moment I was staring at you, my emerald eyes watching you sweat. I could tell by the way you kept moistening your lips you were nervo...
For the past year and a half, I have owned, operated, and performed in a live touring sex show in Central Europe. I and my fellow performers appear at sex clubs and private functions, showing off our nasty talents for co-ed and all-women audiences. Everyone has signed a consent form. What we do is a delicious mix of BDSM and uninhibited lesbian sex. My agen...
This story was written for the following prompt: "In the future, memories can be copied and sold for others to experience. A sex worker sells all her memories of sex with her lady lover. Strangely, it becomes a way to reconnect their battered relationship." Many thanks to erktec for helping me with this. She shuffled over to the door, wiping the sleep fr...
All character's depicted in the story are 18 years of age or older. Any likeness the characters have to anyone in real life, is purely coincidental. The story itself is of no influence of any real life event. Any and all brand names and any other affiliation with copyrighted product are not a danger of being mentioned. Any affiliations with schools is left v...
Thank you to LustyMadame for all your editing help. Me and Beth had been co-workers for 3 years, but never really spoke to each other until recently. We were both put on reception duties at the busy health centre. Working close together everyday meant we got to know each other a lot more, and I realised that Beth was really nice to get along with and wond...
I step out of the limousine and into the sodium-yellow of the city lights. Dressed to the nines: sequins and lace and sheer silks. Shoes that cost hundreds, with a heel that I can barely walk in (let alone dance in) but without which the look would be incomplete. Because the point is not function. The point is the form and fit. It's like a hundred other ev...
Sofia Stefani was nervous. This was, after all, her very first interview for the Dixie Times. Her editor, Steve Lupine, was a grizzled old newspaperman who believed that new reporters learned from adversity. That's why she ended up having the 'honor' of interviewing Lt. Colonel Anne Kalloni, USMC, retired. Even by the demanding standards of the United State...
I had always been attracted to my roommate's girlfriend, from the moment I saw her, the moment I saw Adriana, I knew I was a goner. Her medium length light brown hair, curled yet straight at the same time. Her piercing emerald eyes, that reminded me of the rainforest whenever I looked into them. Her cheeky smile that was at times like a mischievous child and...
Chapter 9 - The Grateful Slave Laying naked on her front on the bare mattress bed, Lena's hands and feet are tied by leather straps to the bed posts, preventing her to move. With the bullet vibrators in her pussy and asshole at a low setting, Lena is frustrated by the constant arousal and the lack of sleep for four days. Or was five days? It's been days si...
This story isn't so much about plot. If you like stories with a dedicated plot-line that takes a while to build up to the erotic bits, then this probably isn't for you. This is my first story, in over a year, so please bear that in mind. All characters are over the age of 18. ***** Background to the story: Me and my partner Rosey have just come home from a...