This happened a few years ago in Sussex, England. Can't say where because I'd hate for the people involved to be recognised. A friend of mine owns a vintage bus. Previously owned by a local company, it is an open topped double decker that he absolutely fawns over and he always keeps it in pristine condition, attending as many bus rallies and gatherings as...
The boat was rocking gently in the rolling swells of the sound. It was not a large boat but would sleep 4 in relative comfort. There was a flying bridge, a transom platform from which to go swimming and a large cooler in anticipation of all the fish they were going to catch. They were headed to a favorite fishing spot of Jim's, towing a little punt boat so t...
Jeff and I stumbled into the house at 2:30AM after a night out on the town. Jeff had come to town for business, and as usual, we insisted that he stay with us instead of wasting money on a hotel. In this case, the aforementioned "we" includes my wife, Megan, and our dog, Lucy. Our daughter wasn't home because she was away at college. So, being the All-Americ...
"Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself." (Mark Twain) Twelve hours. That's how much time I was going to spend alone with a man who was a complete stranger to me. That's how much time we were being given to make some kind of erotic connection with one another. I silently wondered (yet again), if my performance would be judged adequate by...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fun piece that I've been toying with on and off for years. What would happen if the characters in a story got to critique the author's work? And what would their private life be like, when the writer isn't writing? The only way to find out is with another story-within-a-story, as you'll see. This tale won't give you any orgasms, but...
Arthur calculated how quickly he could tap the park bench beneath him. He had developed an arsenal of games to play with himself when he was bored. He would stop drumming his fingers against the wood with every passerby, shifting his eyes nervously away from idle mothers, children, and joggers. He resisted an urge to shiver. It was cold for autumn. He wishe...
The bar was so packed that it was hard to move around. We had arrived at about eight o'clock and three hours later, while the band was taking a break between sets, I was wandering around the room to see if there was anybody I knew. I had half-hoped I'd see Miriam -- I talked to her a couple of days before, a friendly, flirty conversation, and while we hadn't...
SKIP SECTION ONE Overview: Well, each chapter is dedicated to a different type of eroticism. The only ones I won't be covering are: Pedophilia, bondage, and (possibly) rape. And maybe sex toys. The story is sparse, but it has a more meaningful effect on the sex scenes. EACH CHAPTER HAS A BRIEF SUMMARY OF ITS SEXUAL CONTENT and helpful tips on how to avoid t...
Author's note: This story is a culmination of mine and my sister Sara's minds as we worked for our first Christmas with our Master. "Are you almost finished down there? The top half still needs your attention." He slapped the crop across her bare ass at medium strength, a simple emphasis to finish her task and move on to the next. She hung the last orname...
A mid February breeze swirled around the soccer field as evenings arrival brought with it cooler air and threats of stronger winds. Most of the team had already gone into the locker room to shower and change clothes, but Mike had been ordered by Coach Bracket to run a lap around all four practice fields for using foul language. Even though they were eightee...