Simon was alone, in his bunk bed, wearing only his underpants. It was 7.45am and the sea swelling outside the porthole was oily-grey. A banging at the door had awaked him - or was that the banging at the door last night? He remembered the previous evening's events with astonishing clarity, a mixture of shame sauced with sharp, deep pangs of excited pleasur...
Suseela wasn't happy with the one sided dominance of Vatsala over her nephew Kamesh and immediately after the interlude, took him home giving Vatsala a kind of 'notice' that she would not let Kamesh copulate with the whore if she gets 'possessive' -- all these days the 'game' the two played revolved around 'no hang-up and no bindings' and this recent interlu...
Later that evening when we got back from our meal in the nearby village we were all slightly under the influence of a couple nice bottles of wine and very relaxed and John opened one of the bottles we had brought back. "Ok, what were you two guys whispering about in the restaurant?" Joan said smiling as she took her glass from John. "Nothing really" he r...
"Honey, what the hell are all these boxes out here? Looks like IPS got lazy again and left them far from the door." "How would I know? Bring them in and check the labels." Her annoyed tone could be very grating. The three big, heavy boxes were neatly stacked on the bottom two steps and overlapped. There was a large red heart sticker on each box. I soon di...
Erika and I had toured Hong Kong all day, seen the sights and explored everything it had to offer. Finally we were together and spending every second in each others company, also exploring with our emotions and love. When we had first met at the airport we were both initially nervous but that quickly dissolved into relaxed happiness. We kissed passionately...
Just what had my young, handsome new neighbour, James, meant when he had whispered, "fuck you again, soon, slut," leaving me totally exhausted and, otherwise, blissfully satisfied. Sometimes, as I pondered his intent, I became angry; how dare he call me a slut, he was just as bad, banging away at an old and ugly neighbour following the least of provocations....
Bill Merryweather made a quick exit out of the precinct and headed for his car. He swung the car out onto the road and headed for home, hot with anticipation of the following day. It was after 1a.m. by the time he arrived. He opened the door of the brownstone and climbed the stairs. It was unlikely he would sleep much now he had the first real clue to ponder...
The rest of the house had been away for Easter Break for nearly a week. I was working. I needed the money. I'd get home late, stinking of cheese and sweat. There were some compensations; I had the house completely to myself. It's embarrassing now, but I must have wanked in every room in the place over the first five days of having the place (and the keys) to...
"The fools," the old crone mused. "Can't they see the signs? But useless; rotten to the core all. I'll say nothing. They wouldn't listen if I did. What do they know of the rhythms and anger of Rongomailohe?" She stood there, on the verge of the white sand and the scrub grass, under the strangely silent palm trees, and watched as the gangly little group of m...
This is a sequel to another story I wrote years ago. You don't need to read that one to understand this one, though. Characters are introduced and they have sex on their first date, which is not their style. * It had been several weeks since my last date with Marc, so his e-mail inviting me over to his place for drinks came something out of the blue. He m...