James returned to the main lounge. His penis was at ease, resting comfortably. It had shrunk to 9 inches and being a softie never felt as good as it did right now. The Viagra had worn off; either that or the five orgasms had worked it out of his system. And another thing. James was no longer shy about wandering about nude in the bathhouse in front of all t...
XXVIII Susan was very kind to Amna after her day’s work; sensitively noting the young girl’s disorientation, but perhaps not really understanding why. She and her Pakistani friend took her to a burger bar where they chatted over some very squelchy whopper-burgers. Amna realised through the haze of her thoughts that Susan and the Pakistani were getting on ve...
Mark's night ended up being a very restless one. The constant rubbing of his sheets against his nylon covered smooth legs as well as the feeling of the silky material of his panties all around his bottom and chest felt very sensual. He was embarrassed to admit it, but it actually turned him on. The worries combined with the horniness formed a potent combo to...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 80). This story c...
Author's Note: Since I'm not built for it, I needed help explaining what a woman would feel being penetrated by a massive cock. When one of my FWB's proofread my story about the Sunrise Club, she mentioned the she once had the chance to try a really big cock. Aside from the tale of the Sunrise Club members and the game they played, the actual joining of Hele...
Carol's story branches here. This chapter can be read both here in the BDSM section, and in Loving Wives. The two are quite different. One is much closer to the truth. You might be surprised by which one that is. -- Dora. -------------------------------------- "John?" Carol spoke quietly to her husband as he sat at his drafting board, completely involved i...
'It's an intriguing picture you've created,' Jo said. 'But I wonder if it isn't a bit too ... well ... impressionistic. I wonder if you aren't perhaps leaving a little too much to the reader's imagination.' My previous editor - Lorraine - had really only been concerned with spelling and grammar. Jo was different. 'I think your reader might appreciate a litt...
That night we waited for Cindy's car to turn the corner and pretty much sprinted to the bedroom, making a quick stop to confirm that Abhi was fast asleep. I had barely shut the door when Shama was out of her clothes and on the bed with her legs spread. As promised, I went down on her, and we had some passionate and intense sex. Shama was even more vocal than...
Sissy returned with great fuss, from the moment the carriage was heard there were calls for servants to carry the purchases in. Three armfuls were brought, passing me in the hall, before Sissy appeared arm in arm with Macteth. Her dress showed more of her than any but I had seen, she had a tight frilly top that ended just below her breasts throwing them up...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Die Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic verse, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you,...