You receive a text message that is short, clear and precise. A time and location as well as what to wear. You are directed to a hotel, a boutique hotel with eclectic decor, but large enough to provide some anominity. As directed you are wearing a skirt and a shirt that buttons up the front. Under your skirt you are wearing garters and hose, as the instructi...
"He's gone. Please come back. I need you now." said the text message from my wife. We were in Bangkok for a weekend retreat. To make the trip complete, I suggested that my wife rendezvous with her American FWB, to which she readily agreed to. As I had something to attend to, I couldn't be there with her in the hotel room at the time of the meeting. She w...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions...
I awoke that morning on the floor, naked, my wrists and ankles bound with rope and my exposed sex wet and swollen. I wanted a nice, hot bath to sooth my aching muscles. I wanted to rub the sleepy dirt out of my eyes. I wanted to masturbate furiously so I could get rid of the urgent, throbbing, insistent need between my legs. Of course I was denied all of t...
Jack watched through the one-way glass at the top of the banquet hall. On the floor below him was his partner Steve "entertaining" a reporter from one of the local news magazines. She, like all her kind, was interested in what was going on out at the Hotel Belladonna, rumored to be the site of sex orgies and other kinky goings-ons. Interested as she might be...
She heard the knock at the door. Then voices, a brief conversation. Every nerve on her body tingled. She heard the door close. They were alone. She sat in darkness. It had been less than half an hour since she had knocked at the door and been let in by her man - and the hotel suite was the last thing that she saw. He had been waiting behind the door. It ha...
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. **** Born to be Bred "There you go, darling..." The c...
"Checking in, sir?" enquired the smart looking, twenty something guy on reception. I tried not to look suspicious. It was 11am in an upmarket hotel in Chester and I was a little unfamiliar with the website that allowed visitors to book hotel rooms in the day. "Surely this kid must know I'm here for sex?" I thought to myself as I went through the rigmarole of...
We're waiting in line to check into our hotel and I'm so excited to have a whole week with my boyfriend. There's a large group of guys in front of us checking in together. I can't help but eavesdrop and determine that it's a bachelor party outing. I cast a glance toward my boyfriend and make a mental note to ask him about some of the bachelor parties he's at...
Here's a bit of flash fiction that I thought would be fun to share. I don't know where this is going, or if it will have legs and grow to a series, yet, but it's fun to imagine the possibilities. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories, if you're a new reader, welcome. Please check out the rest of my stories on this site. Dreamweaver594... M...