Lisa was not really sure that she should continue the SAA meetings. They had not been effective at stopping her from looking at hardcore films on the Net, nor from indulging her dirty chatting and webcam sessions. So why go to them if they just made her feel guilty about doing what she would do anyway? It was partly because she was now able to tele-work from...
Charlotte was a very attractive young woman with a penchant for mature men. Some unsatisfactory early sexual adventures with boys her own age had made her turn to a friend of her father's. She had been in a state of sexual despair only to discover how much she had been missing as her mature lover took care of every need she could imagine and some she had nev...
JT Suggs left the note on the counter and walked out of the house. He walked past nice but bland suburban houses as he left his quiet cul-de-sac and turned down the road that led into the centre of town. He walked down leafy lanes alongside a seldom-used railway line. In the centre, opposite the shining glass edifice of the local Tesco supermarket, he hopped...
Walking past a row of shops one afternoon on his way home from work, Trent noticed a sign above one of them that read "Miss McMillan's Milkshake Parlour". He was not familiar with that particular establishment, but he did love milkshakes, so he decided to go in. The parlour was about ten feet wide. The front wall, including the door, was completely paned wi...
"I hate these things," Eunice said, holding up a rubber object. It looked like a transparent latex tube with a hoop at each end. "It's easy," her friend, Erica said. "You slide the bottom hoop in like this." She demonstrated by inserting the smaller hoop between the folds of her vagina and pushing it up until the outer ring lay flat against her labia. "Se...
I actually had to argue hard to convince Sue not to call it The Happy Ending Massage Parlour. She gave me a cheeky little grin when she casually brought it up one evening after dinner, but the twinkle in her eye told me she was only half joking. I mean, think about it: a massage parlour called The Happy Ending, owned by a Chinese-American woman? It would ge...
I watched as my sister Beth arrived and parked her car. I walked over to her as she got out. 'Hi Beth,' I said giving her a hug. 'Hi Mat. So this is the place.' We were way out in the countryside, at what appeared to be an exclusive country club. It was owned by Jack, the father of my wife Kate, from whom I was separated. He owned a group of companies and...
Thanks to all those who have provided feedback. I've corrected the errors highlighted and re published. Point taken around getting some editing help with my next submission, I thought I was on top of it.... Obviously not. Please let me know if you like this story, I have some ideas on where to take the character next. ___________________________________ "P...
Paul arrived at the building that his supervisor had directed him to, he had been feeling overworked lately. His back, neck and shoulders had been extremely tense the last week, it was starting to affect his performance at work. He sighed and walked inside, "I'm here for my appointment," he said to the receptionist. Tamika stood at the counter smiling, hopi...
A few weeks ago after a long shift I decided to frequent one of the local massage parlours on the edge of town. I knew what to expect since I was no stranger to them, especially this particular one, which looked a bit run down but provided some great service, and was one of the few establishments open really late. The masseuse that I always go to was off th...