'One extra pint today - and double-cream!' Enoch crunched the scribbled note in his hand, put it in his pocket and grinned: Mrs. Howell was one of his favourite customers and he never let her down. Carefully, he twisted the solid brass handle and eased the heavy oak door aside, shushing it sternly when it creaked on its hinges. He looked over his shoulder,...
The car turns in a long shady drive towards the cottage. The cottage, I smile, is rather like a large house than what I pictured in my mind. It was a week ago when the courier brought this adventure. Tucked into a red envelope, neatly written was this address, day and time. I recognized the handwriting immediately. It belonged to my Master, my top, my Dom, m...
Twenty-First Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales Hi, loyal Latina readers. It's me again, Frank. It has been a long time since you have heard from me directly, but you know about me from my wife's erotic stories of our truly hot love life. You might even remember that I wrote two of the early stories in the Latina series, "Latina's Husband" a...
The traditional rite of an autumn weekend is fast football, cold beer, and good friends. But Jim was not the kind of guy who enjoyed football. He was also not the kind of guy to swill gallons of cold beer. And he certainly didn't have many friends. Jim Handy was a young and promising architect who specialized in upscale residential buildings in the recently...
We also have been to the Bahamas a few times. They have no nudist beaches but we had found a few secluded spots where we did some sunbasing naked. We did play around a bid like we always do when we are naked. The difference this Time was that an old fisherman was strolling along the beach when he saw us. While walking slower, he was staring up the legs of...
The front of the Club reminded me a lot of Temptations. It had a similar strip mall storefront feel to it. There were a lot of cars in the parking lot. A good sign. Beth was wearing her club outfit. Tiny little purple skirt, tight sweater, and her black fuck me boots. I knew that underneath she had on a bra and her black thong panties. She looked very hot....
Kathryn made one last check of her costume in the full-length mirror before her. She was dressed as a medieval maiden. A long slim dress, the bodice snug and low cut. The pleated skirt fell from a gold girdle at her hips, and the tight sleeves ended in a point on top of her hands. It was made of a silky, stretchy fabric that fell in heavy folds around her...
This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. ***** Chapter 3 Up on the second floor, in Milton Hobson's science class, Scott Olson finished up his presentation on early 20th-century flight in front of the class. "So if it hadn't been for the Wright brothers..." Scott showed an old photograph of the two black...
I've always been pretty useful with my hands and before you start with the jokes, yes, I enjoy a good wank like any other guy - who doesn't? (I haven't gone blind, yet; although having to shave my palms once a month is a drag). It's the reason why God gave us opposable thumbs! Anyway, apart from some average d.i.y skills about the house, I also give good mas...
Chapter 2—Our second encounter! I told you how I met M Chan in the last chapter. This time I'd like to tell you about the next time I had the pleasure of trying M Chan's special charms. I emailed M Chan the next day after our first encounter. She emailed me right back and told me how horny she was and that we had to get together real soon so she could try...