It was our 6th anniversary. My wife Nicole and I decided to spend a weekend at the beach, without the kids, just surf, sand and lots of sex. I had been looking forward to this weekend ever since we made reservations almost two months ago. I had plenty of time to be dreaming about what we could be doing on our little get away. We arrived at our hotel on Frid...
I met Susan Kuriyama when I was doing some computer consulting for the law firm where she worked. Susan was in her early thirties and a specialist in divorce settlements. She had been born in Japan but came to the U.S. with her parents when she was just a year old. When I first saw Susan I was struck by her grace and beauty. She was just shy of 5 feet tall,...
It had started with a story, published on the 'net. Jen had read my efforts and sent me an e-mail, at the website. One thing had led to another and soon we had exchanged stories and a picture of ourselves. Gradually, we had become friends and then virtual lovers. Although we had yet to meet, I had seen her wearing nothing more than a wide smile and I knew sh...
Jimmy looked out the window at the countryside passing by in a green blur. His train had been on time, taking him to his grandparents for the weekend. He had a good idea what his parents would be doing while he was away and hoped Dan would give him all the dirty details upon his return. A familiar swelling in his crotch distracted him from the idyllic scener...
Leigh No. 1, Domination, Submission, bondage, and abuse. Introduction: Leigh came to me in early June, with her husband, Bill. In her forties, she is a nurse-manager with significant responsibilities. And she is a confirmed submissive slut. She revels in that description and label, and she has lived up to it in the series of assignments I have given her. S...
It happened on a pleasant autumn day, the kind of day that invigorates the soul. It was a day of singing birds, mild breezes and smiling greetings. A day when dogs sleep, children play and grown-ups daydream. Her husband had been out of town for a few weeks, and though she has friends in this town, she nonetheless felt lonely and bored. She is pretty and sm...
"You want perfection. Perfection, perfection, perfection!" Each angry, bitter word was punctuated by the slap of another article of clothing into her suitcase. Women never seem to arrive with suitcases, but they always leave with them. It's insidious. First a toothbrush left behind, then a hairdryer, and before you know it they need to pack a suitcase befor...
It all started over one of those daft quizzes in Cosmopolitan, or some other magazine. "Have you ever slept with another woman?" she began. "What? What sort of question is that?" came the quick reply. "Well, do you want to know if you're a sex kitten, or not?" "I know I'm a sex kitten - I don't need you to tell me," Gemma shrieked in response. A brief p...
This was the first piece of erotica I wrote. It's a little vanilla, unlike some of my other stories, and I've left it largely open ended. It symbolizes a time in my own sexuality and relationship, so I have fond memories reading over this representation of teen attraction and experimentation. It's not as haughty as it could be, possibly not as well wri...
Foot up on the bench in the bathroom of the hotel suite, I lean over and pull my stocking up my leg, smoothing it out along the way. Once I reach the top, I clip on my garters, quietly smiling to myself as I recall your reaction to them at the bar earlier. I feel myself start to flush as I relive the last hour. I imagined a thousand times how good it would b...