"What do you want me to wear?" "Wear that orange dress you wore the day we met and a pair of come-fuck-me shoes," I replied. "Anything else?" "Actually, yeah, put on a skimpy pair of thongs," I said, "no bra." "Ok, What about stockings? And do I need my purse?" "No, none of that this time. Go get ready, I'm leaving to come pick you up now," I told her....
EDITED 29/02/2020 (It makes sense to write the date from the shortest amount of time to the longest. I mean, it wouldn't make any sense to write first the month, then the day and then the year, right?) AN:¨English is my second language, but back in the eighties, I lived in the UK long enough to become a qualified electrician. So, even though I can write som...
With less than two hours to spare Lonnie Turner had gotten home after a quick liquor store run to get a couple cases of beer. Saving the Corona bottles for himself he chilled the Buds in his freezer. Every couple weeks he and his buddies from his school days got together and watched some type of sport. Tonight was a late baseball game. It gave them all reaso...
You never lose when the full moon's comin, not even against Oers. Oers isn't even Oers. She's Oers in a Medium's body. You've seen the Medium; how she fits all Oers's six-five, three hundred pounds of beefsteak muscles and big fuck-off forehead horns into her when she's five-two and tips the scale at 110, maybe, is a mystery to you. It doesn't seem quite li...
I'm woken up by movement. The bed sheet is still down, so I can't see past my cage, but the bed above me shifts. One of the twins groans, and the bed shifts again with more weight. "We woke her up," one notes. "She's fine," the other mutters. "Anything happen today?" "Mira and Tain are fighting again." "Oh, about what?" "Oh you know, the usual. Tain...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Thirty-Four. 2014. (Late-May.) Eric and Gerry, both late-twenties. Phil, mid-fifties. Desperate to do a wee I remembered a small lay-by up ahead, bordered by some woodland which might prove suitable. Good, the lay-by was empty. Pulling in, the car had barely come to a standst...
Chapter 10 - The Delights of Denerim Our journey to Denerim was interesting for one simple fact. Remembering my conversation with Alistair, I did all I could to subtly steer Cerys in his direction. If she still wanted to fuck me, I'd happily agree, but if I could make my life just that slight easier at the same time, even better. So when it came to sleeping...
This is my first story submitted here and one of my first erotic stories, so I welcome any and all feedback. It covers the journey of Ana, a college student in need of money, who reluctantly turns to sex work, but comes to love it. I'm not sure which category this story fits into most clearly. Exhibitionism/voyeurism seems like the best, but it also has grou...
Sitting down at the table facing the sea Ginger sipped her hot coffee looking out to the horizon waiting for Archer to arrive, her jaw clenched as she thought about him again. Grunting when she realised that she must be even earlier than normal, she fetched another cup and sat watching the breakers. Finally finishing the second cup she looked at the tabl...
This is the finale of Best Served Cold, which was the continuation of two previous stories: Upwardly Mobile and Warning Signs. You should read those stories before Best Served Cold. I apologize for the long delay in wrapping this up. *** Fate can sometimes be a strange and fickle bitch. It turns out Rose didn't need to pretend to be pregnant. She was. The...