Dear Tess, I have been led to believe that you allowed my Bernard to be beastly with you recently. As you know I have always regarded you as a sister and I am loathe to believe that this can be true. Pray tell me what occurred. Your dearest friend, Charlotte Dear Charlotte, I am afraid to inform you that the rumours you have heard are true, but do be as...
Chill drops beaded on her hat and wool coat as Marion walked home in the autumn rain, avoiding puddles and careful to not slip on the slick fallen leaves covering the sidewalks. She was walking home from a modelling session at the University Art Department. The money was awfully good. An hour of sitting around nude, which she would be doing anyway, made her...
The General sat back in his chair, exhausted from anally raping poor Katie. He took out a hanky from the breast pocket of his army jacket, mopped the sweat off his face and looked over at her. Katie had dutifully remained on all fours, waiting for her next order, wondering what further act of depravity the General had in mind. The General meanwhile sat bac...
It had been more than three weeks since Kainene saw Rufus at the union shop. Since then they had become tentative friends. They rang or text each other almost every other day just talking about random inane stuff. She had just gotten her own BlackBerry phone on contract and she could now chat with him on the BlackBerry messenger. She felt quite cool, chattin...
This is a follow up to my previous story "Drawn to Each Other". --- Anita had just had an unexpected evening of events. At the life drawing group she ran at the university, she had had to ask for a volunteer to model after the booked model had dropped out last minute — She didn't really expect anyone to be up for it, and yet two of the regulars, Julian and...
Okay, so I wasn't all that sure about Mary modelling for the Art Class. I had heard some right tales of goings on, and I didn't think she would ever handle it if they asked her to model nude. She had worked at the college for over a year now, part-time in the mornings, and had hummed and harred over putting in for the two afternoons a week when the advert wa...
I’m Johnny aged fifty-eight married to Joan twenty years my junior. My wife’s became frigid because of her upbringing, sex only being allowed for procreation. I own a photographic shop; because I was sexually frustrated I became a Voyeur, fixing up a C.C.T.V. links in the ladies changing room. To my shame I had an affair with my next-door neighbour but s...
Wanted: Open minded male life model, age 21-25. 3 weeks work minimum, well paid, flexible hours. Accommodation available. No experience necessary, apply to PO Box xxxxx to be considered for interview. Ashley re-read the ad for the third time. He'd seen it before. It had appeared in The Gay Times, The Pink Express and Scene magazine. He reminded himself that...
Ally's flat was very impressive. It was open plan, all in minimalist style, with light oak wooden floors, leather couch, individual chairs, and glass-top occasional tables. There was a balcony from which the lights of the town could be seen about two miles away. I followed her into a kitchen of gleaming chrome and granite work surfaces, everything was pristi...
Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead. The Adonis II was being anchored in the waters in the bay just off the old Mediterranean port town of Kotor in Montenegro. This time the girls were better organised, having had Ramon join them in their suite for a vigorous and lusty...