It's been a while since I posted. Just for my readers, here's an elevator fantasy you can get wet ( or hard) too. ***** The long workday was finally taking its toll on him. He is leaning up against one of the steel walls of the elevator, trying to relax his stiff muscles. His eyes - dark, midnight pools with their own glimmering moons in the centers - lock...
Denise woke. She felt… odd. She rolled over, feeling stiff and sore. "Oh!" She remembered why she felt a bit sore, there and smiled, remembering the feeling of Stan being deep inside her ass, the stretching being a little uncomfortable, but the sensation of being filled was soooo good! She looked down. Stan was still asleep, bless him. She loved t...
Martha had been working at the Electra for almost 4 months. The boutique hotel's unusual services and clientele had been an adjustment, but she now felt completely at ease setting up the bedrooms, checking guests in and out with a manner of complete discretion, as well as cleaning and maintaining all of the equipment stored in the X room. Night shifts were...
(All characters over 18. Read the other chapters first. Note: These stories straddle the line between BDSM and interracial. As they're mostly interracial, I've included the first two chapters there but wanted to drop one chapter here just to share. I'll be putting future installments into the interracial category. This is a white male / asian female kink and...
"Ayat, you're a sweet gal, you know I have nothing against you, it's just that the girls of our Islamic faith are, well, a tad boring, and if we went out, it would be a big deal for both of our families, I don't like the fuss, that's why I date white girls," Farouk Abdallah said, smiling. The young Arab Muslim man stood there, unaware of the fact that he'd j...
Olivia had spent an unreasonable amount of time pacing back and forth in her bedroom trying to decide a few different things. Her outfit, the least important of those decisions was what was troubling her at the moment. She stood in her floor length mirror, judging herself and the casual outfit she had put together. She did not do casual often. It just was...
Dinnertime, second day of your five-day intensive yoga retreat. In the ten seconds it took you to read the ad and to understand the layout of the sleeping area, your plan had popped into your mind unasked and fully formed. You had simply amazed yourself - things like this were unknown territory for you. You were convinced that if you had actually TRIED to...
Aren't self-service checkouts great? Do you walk round supermarkets when its quiet and drop girlie things in a basket then go and pay when no one is looking. No awkward looks from the cashier on the till. I know I could mail order but private deliveries weren't allowed at work and obviously women's clothing delivered to our house was impossible of course. I...
DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. How To Win A De...
The pretty standing mirror reflected a not so pretty image. Muriel Devin was pressing her fingertips to her face, examining her scratch marks with worry tightening her eyelids. Face powders and paints weren't going to do much for this. If she tried, the scratches would only stand out even more. Makeup might also worsen the injuries. She looked down at her...