"Hold the elevator!" Called Brad, as he and his wife Sue raced along the empty corridor of their apartment bock. As the door began to close, he saw a small, slender hand hit the door open' button on the control panel, and the door slide smoothly back with a quiet hum. "Thanks" he said as he stepped aside, allowing Sue to enter first. "No problem" Brad loo...
That Saturday, Jill had gone to a lot of trouble. She enjoyed being in the kitchen but this was to be a special occasion. There were two men to impress. Jill had never done anything like this but her anger and Aaron and her lust for Danny would ensure that she went through with her plan. She'd bought some expensive wine. Probably more than would be require...
All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 12... The next thing I remember is waking up, wondering wherever I was, with the smell of bacon wafting its way to me. Then I remembered the night before, and the bliss of Heather's body. She'd obviou...
My neighbour Michelle was away for the weekend again and as usual left me the keys so that I could feed the cat etc. On the Friday evening I called in to check things over and have a look around to make sure all was secure. All was well, the cat was fed & contented, "just got to use the toilet before I go I thought." I was in the bathroom, just finished, wh...
Being naked isn't an issue for me. I happily strip off around the house, in the summer I often drive naked and happily strip off on the beach or in the countryside where I walk freely. Its a feeling that being clothed cannot replicate. Lets be honest, who doesn't like to be naked? Walking round a beach with other likeminded souls is something to enjoy and t...
The late afternoon sun streamed through the willows at the far end of the garden, branches tossing in the mid-Summer breeze. A lawn, the grass a little too overgrown, stretched from the willows to a patio where stood a disused brick barbeque unit. Here and there a few rogue weeds had broken through small cracks in the stonework. Potted plants and hanging bas...
With thanks to Edmond Rostand's Cyrano, Scheherazade and all the forgotten storytellers who kept her alive for all One Thousand and One Nights. ***** We had arrived at the cabin around sunset. The trees were cast in a golden light but we could not see the sun setting through the dense canopy. When we opened the door to the living room it was awash in orang...
This is a work of fiction and is my own work but is based on a conversation I have had with Estala and Carlos. This is Estela's fantasy. My husband had just grabbed me as I walked into the hallway. He had pressed me up against the wall and whispered in my ear, "The door is still open. I want you to scream loud as I fuck you." I gasped as his cock plunged...
MY NEIGHBOUR QUEEN GEORGINA I suspected there was something fishy the first moment I met him. George that is. And it was the smell of him that gave me the clue; deliciously flowery perfume. I invited him in, as you would do when I with a new neighbour calls to introduce themself. He had picked a good time. I had just arrived in from work and was eyeing...
Anna thought she might slowly be going crazy. She was thirty-four, voluntarily childless and had been married for five years. Her husband, Elliott, had a great job. Since her income was negligible by comparison to his, he had pestered her to give up her own job as a senior stylist in a hair and beauty salon - which was all well and good, but as he worked aw...