"Hey Melanie, some guy asked me to give this to you..." (thump) A white envelope with only my name, written in a hand I do not recognize, hits the counter in front of me. "Thanks Jamie." 'What the hell is this?' I wonder. I open the envelope, inside is a single piece of paper & a room key. Room 502 Hilton, Sydney Holy Shit. No Way. Oh My God. I can...
I noticed you as soon as you walked in, was hard not to as your friends were screaming and giggling like crazy. Even though they were obviously already bit more than tipsy, I could see you were not on the same level as them, you even look a irritated with their behaviour, though you are obviously too polite to complain. I watch you move over to the bar as...
Learning to drive is one of the great pleasures of high school. Tom, Lisa, and Fred were all in the same "on-road" driving class. These three would go out with their instructor for an hour at a time each day. Twenty minutes each and this eventually satisfied the state's requirements. The class was a total of three months long, so the three students would be...
After our first liaison, Karla and I had managed to keep professional at work. We'd sent each other the odd text message, but nothing more than that. However, on the Tuesday two weeks after, Karla happened to be walking past my desk during lunch break, and very casually put something on my desk. I just glanced over to see a small ball of black material, an...
I want to make love to you. I want to arouse you and excite you. If I do my job skillfully, I will tease you and delight you, not stopping until you experience an orgasm that will leave you shaking and squirming with delight. A wonderful lassitude will befall you, leaving you drained and contented. Your breathing and heartbeat will return to normal as your...
Melanie was a whore. She had no illusions about her status. She wasn't a call girl and by no stretch of the imagination could she describe herself as an escort. No, she was a common street hooker who plied her trade round the red light district of Manchester. Ten quid for a blow job, thirty quid for straight sex. Anything else was extra, but she didn't get m...
Up, down, up, down, up down... I was busy concentrating on my bench presses and didn't notice anyone else in the gym. Up, down, up, down, up down... I racked the bar and sat up, wiping the sweat from my brow with my workout towel. I glanced around the room as I began to count to one minute's worth of rest before I began my next set. There was the usual group...
The Neon Rocket – Act One is the first of collection of self-contained stories about a Honolulu cabbie and what happens to him on one slow Saturday night. It's about eleven at night on a Saturday and I was driving around Chinatown looking for a passenger to take somewhere but there's nobody going nowhere. My last fare was a streetwalker that used my backsea...
You sit there, comfy in your casual wear, glancing across the room at me as we talk. I know our teasing and flirting all night has taken its toll on you...I can tell by the way you occasionally squeeze your thighs together, by the way your breathing subtly picks up, catches at my words, by the flush of your cheeks and by the way you've been pressing your pal...
Chapter One-Her POV She looked forward to his visit each month. This man, her man, would stop into The Blue Rose for recreation; cards, drinking, and sex. She had learned to read his moods over the past 6 months. That is when he landed on her radar. He had been coming there longer than that, but one night, 6 months ago, he chose her. Upon arrival, he woul...