It started eight months ago. She was at a gig in a pub quite near my house. It started snowing while she was in the concert, and by the time she got out it was the usual chaos that first snowfall always brings. No taxi to be had, and heavy snow still falling, no chance of a bus at that time of night. So I got a rap on the door at half one in the morning, and...
Disclaimer: The following story is an entirely fictional work based on fictional characters for adult entertainment. It includes details of no real people or events. * Night had fallen on the small hamlet along the outskirts of Birmingham. The small town was a good thirty miles south of civilization, which meant any kind of entertainment required a short t...
The main character here appeared in the Stacy Lancaster story "Stacy's First Swing". In it, Betty was older and something of a recovering sex addict. This story is set perhaps fifteen years earlier when Betty was in her early prime. *** All three spilled out of the cab in front of the townhouse. The cabbie was pissed off, even after Betty flashed him her t...
They don’t let you teach Nabokov to high school students and there’s probably a pretty good reason for it. High school boys aren’t known as overly sensitive creatures, making the girls so starved for romantic attention that they regularly misdirect their fantasies toward any male over the age of 21 who seems both accessible and familiar. They don’t need the...
Blindfolded, I sit in the front seat of a car, my Master is next to me, driving. I cannot tell the speed we are travelling, but it is fast. The window on my side is partially down, and I feel the breeze upon my face, my untethered hair billowing around me. I tilt my head upwards, and through the blindfold natures' strobe light flickers upon my eyes - the lat...
Chapter 1 I watched him through the window, fifth time this week, ever since he broke up with his girlfriend he's done nothing but go to work, come home and sit in front of his computer and jack off to porn. What a waste! His perfect body, cock, ass, and cum wasted on images and movies on a flat screen monitor. I could tell he was getting close to his orga...
The following tale is part of the series "A Most Unusual Day." Each of the parts stands independently, although together they tell a broader story. I hope you will enjoy this one and elect to read the others as well. My day had begun in unusual fashion. My loving but unadventurous wife of 15 years had wakened me with an unsolicited handjob. It was the first...
An Awkward First Date Kathryn M. Burke Joelle Wallace didn't like to go on dates—well, not very much. She could never summon up the enthusiasm for meeting someone new, since she regarded the likelihood of such a meeting leading to anything long-lasting or permanent to be little short of minuscule. She was unusually reserved for a woman—maybe for anyone....
Rhonda Miller really didn't like dating—but what was the option? Staying at home and being lonely; having an affair with a married man; or throwing herself at any presentable male, of whatever age, just to get some relief from certain compelling physical urges. No thanks! It's true that, when you're a forty-eight-year-old woman, even one who is reasonably...
Marta Hernandez had thought the job offer was perfect for her, having seen the advertisement in her local newspaper. It was for a live-in maid, cook and helper for a client. He was in particular looking for a Spanish speaker, preferably from Latin America - in fact this was a requirement. It was so particular, and Marta assumed the client was Spanish, or tha...