She lies face down naked on the couch. With his fingers he pushes her hair off her neck. He rubs oil into her shoulders and kneads at the knots between her shoulder blades. He exerts pressure until she moans and his fingers become tired. He enjoys her figure. The luxury of feeling her body. They talk in whispers pretending she is his client. Pretending she i...
Mathew and Zooey were holding hands the morning they walked off the boat that transported them to the Island. Unlike most couples that came to the Island, they were very naïve and didn't have any experience in the cuckolding lifestyle at all. It had been an idea from Mathew. He was one of those young husbands that wanted to see his wife make love to another...
They called it a luxury townhome, but the honey oak "wood" looked like it was bought off the floor at IKEA. The white linoleum had peeled in places in the kitchen and all three bathrooms. The carpeting was all the same boring beige and the walls painted an omnipresent eggshell color. John couldn't stand the suburbs. But being a stockbroker wasn't working wel...
After winning the lottery I take the lump sum and put it to work making me more money. Now that I can spend money and not even worry about it I start to enjoy the finer things. Buy the pent house of a luxury building and throw a party. Women everywhere drinking having a great time but I find myself at the end of it all in bed doing what I normally do before...
The woods seemed to go on and on, broken only by the odd deserted cottage and broken stonework which must have represented some old temple or other. The two friends found very little to eat, but resourcefulness was a new skill they’d learnt: they’d actually prepared for this long walk by buying more food with them than they could eat in a single sitting. And...
Wasted Bras and Wasted Thongs: Throbbing in the Christmas Hot Tub by Buck Maelstrom, M.D. and Miss Manners With a Whip Detective Lisa Anderson had been headed home, her mind on two weeks of Christmas leave, when the radio in her unmarked car crackled with the news. Her sleek, supple body rippled with tension at the prospect of a new crime on the verge of h...
Not all just about writing erotica, this story is about car buff stuff for car buffs. Susan writes about her passion for automobiles. I'm a car buff, always have and always will be. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean that I can't love and appreciate cars, especially new cars rather than older cars, and especially new Mustang GT's over any other car on th...
Kristin was just an average nineteen year old college girl trying to work her way through school. Well, OK. Maybe she wasn't so average. Her tall, slender frame, beautifully full and rounded breasts and small, shapely ass turned many a man's...and woman's...head. Neatly styled blonde hair hung to her shoulders and blue eyes shyly shined towards anyone who st...
Hot House Crustacea: Conclusion (Inspired by Seduced On The Bridge by Little White Mouse) Epilogue One "And this is how you found it?" asked the Chief Executive of Shipping and Transport, scanning the report. "Yes Ma'am," replied 4230, the first respondent. "Interesting," S&T said, "Continue for the record please." "Right. 4782 experienced an accident...
What the heck, I had nothing better to do on a Sunday. That’s how I found myself standing outside this luxury condo in downtown Cincinnati, greeting people as they came off the bus. The downtown residents’ council was promoting downtown living, and they had organized this bus tour for people. I was new in town, and was trying to meet some people. The promise...