"Okay, it's time for all of you to move your sorry asses out of my flat," I yell at the stumbling drunken party goers who are gathered in my hallway. Each one of them is loudly shouting at each other and gesturing wildly, I am fearful for the safety of my ornaments that decorate the windowsill to the left of the doorway as Brad flings his arms around whils...
Just another grey day in the big city. The Friends gang is sitting in the girls' spacious apartment. Ross lounges on a couch, Phoebe sits demurely opposite him. Rachael has flopped down next to Phoebe. Monica is rushing around doing nothing in a very busy way, as usual, and Chandler hovers behind Ross' couch, waiting for an opportunity to wisecrack. No sign...
Moira was just eighteen, and very much a virgin. She hated the thought of sex - she thought it was dirty, and although she'd gone out with boys a few times she'd immediately broken it off when they'd tried to kiss her. The only man she loved was her father, and when her mother died she'd been deliriously happy looking after him. In the evenings she'd often...
I am a night owl, a creature of nocturnal habits. Nothing out of the ordinary though, it is just that I work as a waitress in a nightclub. I start around nine in the evening and I get back home around six in the morning. Usually I have a light breakfast and then straight to bed. Therefore I mostly live by night. Talking about living, I live in a small th...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. Chapter One: The Theatre Company Manager 'Shit!' Emma swore out loud to herself. She had left the n...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. A Christmas present for my sweetheart last year! *****...
Miraa walked down to the water's edge by herself that night. The village that her family had decided to reside in was right on the waterfront. Not a lot of people in her time could afford such commodities, but her family could with ease. A recent fight between her parents about alleged infidelities had caused a stir between everyone in the household. A rift...
For the first time since I began writing these rambling tales I have had an accomplice. So, for her keen editorial eye and assistance, insight and all-round general support and encouragement, I dedicate this story to my new friend T., in Kentucky, USA. ----- This story is copyright Rem Innes ©MMVI, and may not be reproduced without explicit written perm...
This story continues right after 'Clothes Are Not Dry Yet'. It can still be read as a standalone story with a short premise give below: Deepa is alone in her flat in Mumbai during the Covid-19 lockdown as all her flatmates have left for their hometowns. Circumstances lead her to stay naked for two days in the house and she gets into flashing the strangers w...
It was Laura's (my SO) birthday a few weeks ago and we were invited round to her friend Jane's flat for a quiet drink to celebrate. We got to her flat around 7pm and sat down to a take-away and a few drinks. We had a good time catching up since we hadn't seen her for a while. All the rooms in the flat look out onto the balcony, which has a great view of th...