Pub(l)ic Storage, or Shed Your Inhibitions WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriente...
Kate and I usually travel two-up on one bike. We rarely tour with others because it's tough to find another couple, let alone a group, who are in sync with what we want to do any given day. A long trip becomes a series of annoying compromises with a group. We also miss a lot of opportunities to meet locals along the way. We don't have to compromise when it i...
Cleo and I were both nurses in our late twenties employed at the local hospital. We had been seeing each other for almost a year when we worked the same shift we always took our evening meal together once the patients had settled down and our wards were quite. On an unusually balmy night in September we had arranged to meet on the flat roof of a disused ho...
"Hello, is that Jasmine?" "Yes. Hi." "I read your advertisement in the paper. Are you available tonight?" "Uh, just a minute. Yeah." The voice sounded young, slightly nasal and decidedly uncultured. It reminded me of Sandy, my first real girlfriend. Promising. "The ad says you are size 6. That's small." "Yes." "How tall are you?" "Five foot three."...
4... I've heard people tell of heart stopping moments. I didn't take it as serious as I should really. The slam of a door downstairs stopped mine. Mom jumped from the bed. She winced in pain as she slipped her arms into her robe. Had I been more alert I would have realised that she had been naked from the waist up as we were making out. Without a glance Mo...
As Leigh stared straight into Kyle's smiling eyes, she tossed the bear-shaped bottle of clover honey onto the corner of their spread picnic blanket. Kyle dragged his gaze southward and watched in rapt fascination as a viscous stream of honey slowly rolled down the slope of Leigh's engorged breast and came to rest on her darkened nipple. The golden wave rippl...
'Tis better to be born lucky than to be born rich. That's what my grandfather reckoned. 'If you are born lucky,' he used to say, 'there's a good chance that you will end up both happy and rich – well, rich enough anyway.' Titch Titchborne was certainly born lucky. You may remember him as the bass player from Blackbeard's Daughter. Not that he was much of a...
I I can remember the last day of my old life as vividly as if it was yesterday. It began with my hand slamming down to silence the jarring, banshee wail from the alarm clock as it tore me from a deep, dreamless sleep. I lay staring at the ceiling, half awake and in a state of disbelief and feeling as though I had been cheated, I had just closed my eyes the...
Please enjoy A Titillating Tale Ch 04. Comments are always welcome. * It was Saturday, mid-morning and Billie was laying on top of me, nude, her preferred state of dress. My little sex goddess had been telling me about the erotic adventures she'd had the past two weeks; she'd been a horny little thing. With her sweet bottom still wiggling from our last s...
They had laid her onto a low ottoman, her back and head supported, her legs bent at the knees, feet resting on the floor. Stripped naked, she looked perfectly comfortable and I wondered how this could possibly be punishment. I had printed out the picture and brought it with us without Loren knowing. Shortly after our arrival, I pulled it out and explained...