Special thanks to anyone who commented or voted on the first part of the story. Feedback is more or less the only way I know if it's worth uploading more stuff, and I absolutely welcome suggestions, criticism, or requests :) Cheers! Still blindfolded and unable to see her surroundings or the two mute set of arms carrying her towards the shower block, Ver...
Monday morning, and I was into three cups of coffee already after a sleepless night. My office was just beginning to awaken with the sounds and sights of business activity. I was acutely aware that I was not focused on the work at hand, and tried to shake off my funk by calling a 9:00 a.m. project meeting, hoping that I could immerse myself in some meaningle...
I had been a massage therapist for six years now. Learning my trade in a shady massage parlour (where happy endings were more the norm than special requests), I did my fair share of old, dirty men and tired women. Some of them wanted relief from pain, the others, an easing from daily life, being alone while still surrounded by 15 million people. But now, t...
Our sex life had improved significantly in the next few weeks, not that it was bad earlier. Given that we were enjoying our married sex life much better now, I was not sure if it would be good idea to pursue the swapping (or rather the mistress) idea. Mayuri was settling in nicely with her new job. Her new job was quite demanding and she being a hard worker...
Once we were in the loft the cops started asking me some questions. The first thing they asked me is what would my mom and dad think if they knew I was in the back seat of a car getting my pussy plowed by a long fat cock. What would they think if they knew I was drunk and stoned. All I could do was beg them not to call my parents. I told them that it would...
Prima Noct Melissa stepped out of the low car as gracefully as she could in her tall heels. She felt very self-conscious. Despite her brave words to Erik, confronting him had been very frightening. His reaction, however, had amazed her. She had expected a blow-up and angry denials, which had been the typical response when she punctured overblown male egos i...
This story is concerned with menstruation as a source of erotic pleasure. This is a specialised form of sexual practice, with minority appeal. Unless you find such activities appealing, you will not wish to read it. About me My name is Catriona. I'm a successful businesswoman, in my thirties, and my professional life could keep me fully occupied, if I allo...
This is fictional and parallels to real events are completely coincidental, although not improbable. * * * It is a hot day. Not the searing heat that is most common in most July mornings in the midwest, but a kind of dull, monotonic heat that emanates from a lazy sunshine. I am interning at a company which shall hereby remain nameless because I am paranoi...
I'm not a gambling man. I've been to casinos, horse races, too. But I never wager too much. I'm happy if I break even or come home a few bucks ahead. It's not that I don't like the excitement of a score, I'm just not addicted to the high of it. But my work took me to a small casino town. If this were Atlantic City or Vegas I could take in a show and skip the...
Emma was a "good girl". At eighteen, she had been around people her age who messed around, but had never felt the urge to participate in that kind of behavior. She was more into observing and reading about life than actually living it. As a result, she began to have fantasies. The main fantasy she had was about Bryan, who happened to be her best friend, Jan...