Me, my wife and our friends had been drinking in my hotel room after a wedding. When Lucy disappeared into the adjoining room with Tim, the hem of her dress hiked up showing just the bottom of her round, thong-clad ass. They had been messing around on the couch, hence Lucy's bunched up dress. They got up and left without saying anything. I lay on one of the...
Wardrobe Malfunction Part 3: Beyond Exhibitionism As you may recall from reading Wardrobe Malfunction parts 1 and 2, my beautiful Wife Kara managed to end up mostly drunk and topless in the hot tub of a five star resort with myself and two gentlemen strangers. The bikini top strap had been sabotaged months earlier in one of my more juvenile pranks but final...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** Shit smell. The worst. A rotting brown outhouse in a deep shade glen. A man stepped out just as a young woman approached. "Jesus John! What the fuck! Oh my God!" she said, turning her head away from the ungodly odor, her body nearly dry-heaving at the insult. "Whiskey and hotdog...
The following day was Saturday and the husbands, Olivier and Dave, left early in the morning for a scheduled weekend fishing trip in the Bay of Islands, north of Auckland where we live and were due back Sunday. At least this is what Paula and Francesca believed was happening. In truth, the men were going fishing with a group of Olivier's medical friends from...
5. Between the Stars: If her stories and the previous reverend mother are anything to go by, those who witness and/or converse with the lilitu lose their minds. If so then does that mean I have lost mine too? Certainly my body is changing, but what of my mind, that part of one's brain that makes me, well, me? I paused as I was making my way back to the con...
Author's Note: This is part two in a vampire erotica series - complete with all the tropes associated with that genre (mesmerism, blood, mild violence). If you are disturbed by these, please do not read further. This series is more story than sex, so if you're looking for a quick romp, this probably isn't for you. Indigo Ink - Part 2: Blood Lust Ink blinke...
"We're going to a beach party," Greg, my boyfriend and Master told me. I refer to him in that manner, boyfriend and then Master, because that is how our relationship developed. He was my boyfriend for many years, and I gradually learned to trust him enough to submit to him. Ours was now a D/s relationship, and we were both very happy and it. Going to a beac...
No graphic sex. This short story is based on a conversation with the son of a woman who had been a client before I retired as a barrister. As usual I must stipulate that these characters are works of fiction and have no resemblance to persons living or dead. ***** Lynn would take her M.B.A. degree in three weeks. As most working people know, you don't ju...
In 2001, my grandfather died at the age of eighty. His name was Miguel Martinez, but everybody called him "Mike." That's what people call me, too, and always have, although my own given name is "Michael." I didn't know Grandpa Mike well, but since I was his closest surviving relative, I was named executor of his estate. You've met Mike if you've read the s...
Someone had to make the first move, and I decided it would be me. I grabbed Lisa by the hair and gazed intently into her eyes. Marie's face was inches away and had a questioning glance. "Whenever I cum my slut, it is your job to take it in your mouth, understand?" Lisa gave me a sly smile and nodded her head slowly. Marie surprised me and also grabbed Lisa...