Episode nine of the erotic photo journals of an English Teacher in Thailand. I guess this all began nine months previously while drinking with my buddy Dave in the UK. After a few beers, he had turned to me and said: "Tony, why don't you leave that f... lazy, money grabbing slag wife of yours? Tell me, Joanne fucks you how many times a day?" I looked...
Amy Lynn Steele probably would not have paid too much attention to the clothing she was wearing if she had not bumped her leg up against the bottom of her kitchen table and put a run in her nylons. Loudly she cursed the table that had ruined her pantyhose, but other then her dog, there was no one there to hear her utter frustration. Normally by this hour she...
1. The blues. Something about that hot, steady rhythm just makes me want to take my clothes off… 2. Goth girls. Streaked purple and black hair, tattoos, a sexy little tramp stamp on the lower back, navel rings, tongue studs… nipple rings… ripped fishnets and high heels, dark clothes and dark moods. Makes me want to peel it all off and find the soft spots u...
Tom Farmer stood up and looked over the assembled group. He saw 8 of his Kappa Sigma brothers all wearing the required uniform of jeans and the official frat shirts. "Not a bad turnout for Spring Break Week," he thought to himself. He looked at the 9 sisters of Beta Delta and was pleased at the costume they wore. All of them wore short black skirts and the w...
If you live in the twenty-first century, you probably heard about Tip first as a pop idol. There were a bunch of "virtual idols" back around the turn of the millennium, some even before holographic projection really got going. They always had these "futuristic" names like Kyoko Date and Hatsune Miku. They were 2D images masquerading as 3D, like silent film s...
Regular readers of this series may remember how I first asked Vanessa to let me watch her piss during our honeymoon. At first she had been embarrassed about doing this, but I told her that she mustn't be ashamed of anything to do with her body, and she soon grew comfortable with it. I pissed in front of her too, and sometimes got her to hold my dick as I did...
Tracy Hawkins approached the elevators with butterflies dying in her stomach. Her heels clashed across the marble floor, echoing through the vast hallway of the Banks Building. As she waited for the elevator, she studied herself in the gilt and mirrored surfaces plating the elevator bank. "Looking good, girl," she thought to herself as she moistened her lips...
"Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself." (Mark Twain) Twelve hours. That's how much time I was going to spend alone with a man who was a complete stranger to me. That's how much time we were being given to make some kind of erotic connection with one another. I silently wondered (yet again), if my performance would be judged adequate by...
Sharing an old fantasy I wrote many moons ago when I had first started writing erotica. A simple tale of a bratty woman who needs a spanking. Any and all constructive feedback is appreciated. **** Kat had been in a pissy mood the whole drive to the beach. At first, Derek thought it had been something he had done to upset her, but when her snide comments c...
He would have been gritting his teeth but her tongue was deep in his mouth. He desperately wanted to hold on... to enjoy the soft wet depths of her cunt... but she was too good for him. She was in control and she showed no mercy. He knew she wanted his cum and she was riding him to finish him off. There would be no pauses for him to regain control. There w...