Votes and Comments greatly appreciated. I had a great time writing it, hope you have a great time reading it! Danielle was late for work, horribly late actually. Just a few minutes past getting her ass handed to her on a pretty pink slip. Her knees were already starting to knock involuntarily in anticipation for the chewing out that was going to happen. D...
NOTE: The following essay was sent to the author via OuijaMail, a new mobile app that promises to be the next Instagram. Its proprietary technology allows correspondence between contemporary authors and historical figures. The sender of this essay claims to be Samson, a legendary barbarian warrior from the Middle Ages. According to an unpublished essay by Jo...
I'd taken off my stupid shoes and sat with my legs on the big leather chair, knees bent and pressed together. My dress came down to skirt levels at the thigh, so I knew my legs were showing, but I kinda thought it looked sexy. I'd been sipping on an iced, sugar-free, half-caf, toffee nut latte for the last twenty minutes and reading Death Note again. Light Y...
My names Johnny, I'm fifty-eight married to Joan twenty years my junior. My wife's was frigid because of her church upbringing, sex being dirty unless it is done for procreation. I own a photographic shop, but because I wasn't getting sex I became a Voyeur, fixing up a C.C.T.V. link in the ladies changing room. I had an affair with my next-door neighbour b...
I'm not going to beat around the bush with you. Well, not unless you ask me to; pay me to. My name is Elise, and I'm a call-girl. I love my job. I'm also good at it. I'm guessing this is because I honestly adore it – the bringing a smile to my clients face. Or faces, as the case might be. The touches and kisses and caresses and sounds. Mmm – the feel of ph...
The melody was the gentle twanging of oud and qanun and the whistling drone of the nay, rising above the babble of voices that filled the katra. Serving women in bell-bedecked layered skirts and vests moved through the laughing, singing crowd bearing steaming dallahs of coffee and karak chai, and sweetened tamar and laban, and fortified wines. Here and there...
AUTHOR'S WARNING: Sexotics Fantasy stories are about bizarre sex and not so much the plot. These are stories for those of you that have been-there-done-that and are looking for perversity; for those of you who watch porn and think that the directors have a million creative possibilities at their disposal and instead just shoot the same old suck-and-fuck eve...
Kat: With the crunch of the fall activities over and my work schedule settling down, I found myself training the new employee, Sondra, on how I wanted to receive the files from her. One of the first things that I noticed about Sondra was the slightly off-kilter way that she presented herself. Although she dressed professionally, there was something differen...
If I said Maria was imaginative it would not be doing her creativity justice. She was a spanko. A complete pain slut of epic proportions who spent her day concocting new and novel ways of getting and dishing out corporal punishment. You may remember her from the news a few years back: she was the lady who petitioned our council to issue parking fines in sp...
Sunita Johansson gazed into the long bedroom mirror, turning in profile to survey her hips and bum before smoothing down the cotton skirt. Swivelling around, the hem rode halfway up her angular thighs. Reaching up, a smear of pink lipstick defined a heart-shaped pout. The unlikely coupling of a Scandinavian businessman and an Indian beauty queen 25 years ago...