One of the advantages to leaving the office late is that you don't have to fight for space on the elevators going down to the parking garage. You also don't have to worry about your car being clipped by one of your coworkers' vehicles in the crush to all reach the exit ramp to the street first. You place your neatly-folded but rumpled suit on the back seat n...
This follows on from the two previous stories but can be read as a separate story. As my time at North Carolina was drawing to a close, I was focusing on my exams and I had Craig as my casual sex outlet, but I was still enjoying teasing Ollie around the house. One day, we were having a conversation in our communal kitchen area. As always, Ollie tried to i...
John returned to room 212 at Hotel Regina both horny and frustrated. An entire evening drinking with his colleagues Michelle and Laura and he'd got absolutely nowhere. When he showered and changed five hours ago he had fully expected to be smashing one of them, either of them, in his room by the end of the night. Michelle was stunningly good-looking, and fuc...
Anthea arrived back from her shopping spree amid the Dorset sunshine, and was delighted to see Prudence had arrived back from Germany; her arousal blossoming immediately on the prospect of learning of her task, wanting to know every last detail about Horace's disposal. Prudence's excited embrace of her, conveyed the warmth of the pleasure she'd gained from i...
(The characters in this story are from the TV series "Tour of Duty". They are not mine but rather are the property of New World Entertainment. There is no sex in this story. It could fit into the "Non-erotic" category except I have used a fictional character in an attempt to express some of the feelings and thoughts that my Vietnam Veteran husband has shared...
This is my second story here (third submission though) and this one is different again. No fiction and no artistic licence at all. It's a short one, but 100% true. For this story the woman has no name, so I won't make one up. She had a screen name (we met online) but I never did know her real name. It was complete anonymous sex, and it was all for her. S...
"Brian Pumper, do you remember that porno scene we filmed a few years back, the one where you got dressed in a nice blue silk shirt like a businessman while I dressed like a stripper, and you fucked me up the ass on exercise equipment? Well, today, I'm going to do the same to you," Vida Valentine said, smiling smugly at the one-time Black Prince of Porn. "U...
"Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em all!" Jim Peel sat in the burger bar almost shaking with the frustrations and rage that had built up over the years. "Sick of everything! Sick of everything!" He was a loner, never really had the ability to relate or empathize with others and had never really tried. "People are shit!" was a phrase he used often. He was married,...
The cold seeped assiduously through his clothing, clinging with vicious obstinacy to his icy skin, sinking softly, relentlessly with deadly intent into his bones, as it had been doing since the dawn of time It did not seem to matter, for he did not seem to care. His movements were unhindered – his bones were not stiff, for he still moved with the same langui...
At 8, Goddess showed up with 4 men. All black, all huge. She did not waste time. Speaking to my wife. "Pet go to your room and undress, your pathetic husband will be there shortly and you will be tied spread eagled and naked to your bed. Say you understand." "I understand Goddess." She replied meekly. Speaking to me. "Strip to your panties. You will kiss...