After I left university (that's a good few years ago) I had no idea what I wanted to do as a career but needed to find work quickly as I had decided to stay in the university town rather than move back home. I took a junior clerical job in a large government services office. I was one of very few men working there, which suited me as I enjoyed the company...
Everyone in the story involved in sexual acts is 18 or older. * It was a few minutes past midnight; I was working on my third scotch and water, listening to some past musical hits on my IPod while everyone else in the house was sleeping. I'll be candidly frank and admit that I've been trying to drum up an idea for my next erotic story. If I'm right about t...
My hands were held behind me, very high. My wrists were handcuffed. A chain was connected to cuffs pulling at an angle and fixed at the ceiling, making me stand on the balls of my feet. Leaning on the chain, I was increasing the excruciating straining in my shoulders. I could see reflection of my body on the polished marble floor. A cold neon glare in Mistr...
The holidays I went to see Kelly at her house. I had taken a few days off work and when I met with her I was feeling completely worked up, especially when she started to tell me about the sex that she and her husband had the night before. It had been ages since Kelly and I had enjoyed each other. I took the coffee out of her hand and started to kiss her as I...
1970 seemed to Sid the year that the excitement had ended. The mini skirt had turned to the dull maxi skirt, free love replaced by Mary Whitehouse and even the cars looked dull and unimaginative in design. They were like blue or silver cigarette cases on wheels. The sixties had been great, full of taboo breaking sex, brilliant music, and rebellion against...
They caught my attention about half a block away, walking toward me as I waited at the bus stop. Young, very white, casually dressed with backpacks, obviously European tourists exploring Miami Beach on the cheap. They arrived at the bus stop and inquired which bus to take to North Beach where they were to get a room at a relatively cheap hotel. My guess wa...
The plane was in its final descent. She sat in her window seat staring out at the unfamiliar terrain of Minnesota. She was California born and raised, and had spent the last several years of her adult life in the sleepy, lush deep south. The fact that she was heading so far north was yet another example that you should never say never. A short time ago, s...
Sandy let her eyes slide over Henry's body as he stood on the porch. He took several long pulls from the joint at his lips, held the smoke, then exhaled. She counted the time from habit. Ten seconds exactly until no smoke from the lungs. The chuckle never made it beyond her thoughts; her beloved was not there. Thunder split the sky. She jumped; it always fr...
VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 6: "24/Seven", Part II My name is toilet. The girl named Sabine d'Aucourt is no more. This is the story of how I came to be the ultimate human toilet for my Mistress, Seven of Nine... ***** Diary of a toilet Month 1 "My New Identity" ***** Despite Seven's instructions, I found that I could not suddenly give up eating real food and...
All characters in this story are entirely fictitious and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. This story is about a group of wives – mostly sexually frustrated wives – who started their own club. It is a private club for which you need membership (wives only), or an introduction by an existing member giving you the right to go there (others). T...