Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by characters in this story are not necessarily those of the author. A...
"Well, here we are." My husband Michael holds open the glass door for me to enter the place. The Relaxation Station; a spa in a shopping center. I sigh inwardly; a tacky name, but as this visit is on him I can't complain too much... We approach the reception desk, surrounded by the scent of patchouli and the sound of nondescript New Age music and within a...
Annia stood there, between the intense feeling of pleasure and the nagging thought that she should probably hurry up before she misses the train. With Gisele's arms still wrapped around her waist and her warmth seeping into the smaller woman's clothes, the youth found herself in one of the rarest circumstances, stuck between what she wanted and what she nee...
When I was in college a bunch of us were invited to a friend's house for a New Years Eve party. Everyone was invited to stay over instead of drive home drunk. About half a dozen people stayed with the understanding that we would have to sleep on the thick-ply carpeted floor in the living room. We were pretty drunk and the carpet was very soft, so it was fine...
You walk into the bathroom, hot, sweaty. You just got back from jogging. Today had been particularly humid, and you worked up a sweat. In fact, everything you wore was soaked. A nice warm shower is what you need. You kick off your shoes and peel off your socks, throwing them into the hamper. You pull your sports bra over your head releasing your breasts fro...
In the obsidian blackness of the night, I wander, seemingly without purpose. The casual onlooker would not remember me for I am easily forgotten to those who do not know the real me. I pass many people, old and young, beautiful and bland. They mean nothing; I am searching for just one. In the harsh neon lights of the town I now find myself in, I see her, s...
Jesus Christ. How much more of this man's incessant droning could they expect me to endure? Professor Crotts had only two tones of voice. On and off. "Now. I want you to partner up and make one thirty-minute interview, each using the techniques that we've discussed all semester. Please, pick only one interview style each, and remember, this will weigh HEAV...
Retired but still very horny. Did not realize the olfactory potency was still at work. Evelyn still gives me good advice. She does not retain possessiveness in our distant relationship. What we share is our deep and hard wired erotic response to smelling shit. Evelyn introduced me to a very discreet lesbian fetish site. She had used it and had found like mi...
Cara was handcuffed tight and wearing nothing but a short silk kimono, loosely belted. Jessica had just caught Cara sucking off her boyfriend and now she was due to pay. Jessica came in and looked at her prisoner. The boyfriend had been dealt with satisfactorily. Television smashed on the pavement, clothes cut to pieces, and a neat black eye to see him on hi...
All day long in the car I played with your hair, your neck and your ears. Now I get to explore your entire body. Anticipation fills my mind as it races with pictures of things I cannot wait to explore with you. Your touch, your scent, your voice are all things that make me wet with just a thought. I become more excited by the minute as we head in the door....