"Ding dong" went the doorbell. "Julia can you see who it is?" said Steven who had a splitting headache from drinking last night. "Ding dong" the bell went again. Steve reached out to wake his girl but hit all pillow. He blindly looked for her but did not feel her. He opened up his eyes to find her not in the bed with him. He looked at the clock and it wa...
Continued from "The Yoni Massage"—read that first if you want the whole story. ***** Rachel took me by the hand, helping me to hop off of the massage table. She then escorted me to the exit from her business and led me up the stairs to her apartment. It must have been an interesting sight to see—a gorgeous topless mature masseuse leading a completely naked...
THE NEXT DAY (Act 1 of 3): MORE IN THE BAG Our night of slumber had been filled with many fantastic moments. You (female) and I (male) have each been vexed with primal dreams encompassing many suggestive and imaginative pleasures. They sprinkled into our minds and they disrupted our rest. And with each enjoyable notion, musing, or idea about fucking, our bo...
A rusty grey-ish van pulled into an empty spot in front of the seedy motel. The engine stopped, given some of the sounds the vehicle had made, possibly for good. The motel itself had clearly seen better days, and wasn't as close to civilization as the website had implied. The whole trip was looking like a bit of a bust. Three young women exited the hunk of j...
This is the first time I have tried Erotic Horror. Let me know what you think in the comments. All characters are over the age of 18. ***** It was a scorching summer- one of the hottest in a century, according to the news. We weren't from a hot climate - the north of England is not a warm place. But to me, that was trivial. It seemed as though each hot, la...
Heidi laid in bed, the lights were out but she couldn't fall asleep. Jake hadn't come home yet. He always came home right after work, not even a moment late, but it was already dark and he hadn't come home yet. Lying as intently awake as she was, and the night being so still and silent, she had no trouble hearing the car as soon as it pulled into the drivew...
Comfort and Fog I'm getting sentimental. I miss her. I miss her so much. It sounds one-sided and exploitative when I write it out in these notes, but she was more to me than just a toy or a product I was developing. Well, alright, she was a product I was developing. But you know, the things we use every day have life too. The objects in our lives. Don't you...
I made an appointment for my second gyn exam only six months after the first, ostensibly to get birth control pills. But maybe it was because another exam was the sexiest thing I could imagine happening to me since I was still a virgin and was not dating actively. I had thought about my previous exam a great deal, particularly when lying alone in my bed in t...
I know that being tied up is one of our fantasies, baby... and so here it is...just for you. Firstly, I would cook you dinner for the evening. Knowing you would have had a long day at work, I'd want you to enjoy a relaxing time once you got home. The table would be set, laced with fresh flowers, scented candles and a freshly poured glass of your favourite...
***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). EN...