This is my first submission. It was originally written in 1992 and has remained awaiting my courage to submit. It is entirely fidcitious. I am myself a blind person. (An unsatisfactory conference ends inUnexpected mutual fulfilment) Robert had not had a particularly good trip. The Miami World Trade and convention centre and the Parklands Hotel was about al...
Her husband had a friend over for dinner. He was built very similar to her husband, tall, dark hair, in good shape and took care of himself. He was single and traveled a lot on business. She had a petite sexy figure, wore a nice skirt that was about mid thigh in length, high heel shoes that showed off her sexy calves, and a tight fitting top that showed the...
Due to college I hadn't been to the Brickyard 400 in two years. I was excited to see that things had even gotten a bit wilder. I got cheers and whistles, including a few stiff ones, as I exposed my naked body to all the men. After doing a live sex show at the age of nineteen, just two weeks before. I couldn't believe I would be nervous flashing at Indy again...
She wakes, quietly but thoroughly, her hand cupping one soft, breast, the nipple hard and elongated beneath her palm. Her fingers sweep out and under, trailing butterfly touches along the sensitive underside of her breast. Squeezing gently, her eyes seek the stiff red tip, measuring the length of her arousal. Her dreams are wisps of ether, hints of sexual lo...
Gwen walked home in a daze. She could not believe what had just happened her, what she had just done. Her wet shirt clung to her breasts and her sex was aching. She could still feel his hands on her, his fingers inside her. She wanted to scream. When she arrived home she had slipped quietly into the house and gone straight up to her bedroom. She sat for a w...
I'm one of the few male teachers at St. Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school. I'm early thirties and still single, and for me it's a voyeur's paradise. I teach a final year class of about twenty girls aged eighteen to nearly nineteen and all very much aware of their ripening sexuality. They all seem to be trying to outdo ea...
Wearing only black boxer shorts and with a cup of coffee in his hand, Ben was enjoying being alone in Ellie's flat. The coffee was good, there was food to eat and her clothes that were strewn around the room were reminding him of last night. It was Saturday and Ben had no particular plans for the day. He took his time showering and dressing and it was almost...
I regard myself as a professional providing a quality service to my clients. I choose my clients carefully, and like to think they've chosen me with discernment and taste, not just for the rather specialised things I'm happy do for them. That's what I was thinking as I walked to my meeting with a new client. We'd arranged to meet in the bar of a rather smar...
CHAPTER 1 - Effy's new pet. The owl swooped over the moors, the moon shining brightly, reflecting off the granite tor and highlighting the ragged crevices worn into the rock by the harsh relentless wind. The owl ignored it, focusing on it's search for food. A large farmhouse and outbuildings loomed in the distance, a silhouette against the dark sky, the s...
Peter was out for his normal amble through the local woods. They were always quiet and he would spend the time thinking and relaxing in the fresh air. The only path was short and barely entered the woodland so Peter would always find a route through the trees. On this day, Peter headed through a well trodden path of his. It was thick with tall oaks and had...