The woman didn't just enter the restaurant where I was having lunch; she swept into it, filling it with a sudden infusion of energy. She walked up to the table where the two ladies she was meeting had been sitting – she was fashionably late – greeted them warmly, then headed to the ladies room. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as she walked by my table....
Thinking back, it all started because our sex life had begun to get kind of routine. Not that our seven year marriage wasn't a happy one. Kathy is the love of my life, and I know she feels the same about me. But you know how it is. After a while, you just have to work harder to generate that freshness, that novelty. And if you want to know the truth, over...
Constance dozed fitfully throughout the afternoon, troubled by dreams—about her brother abducting a defenceless young lady, until she awoke with a start, as the servants, the wizened butler and a stout maid, brought an old copper tub, and filled it. She rose from the bed. Her head ached, and her skin felt stretched and drawn over her face. The tub with its...
Peter secured Sara to the bed. The restraints were not too tight, allowing her arms and knees to bend. "Comfortable?" He asked, looking down at her naked, helpless body. "Yes Master." Peter trailed his fingers up and down her arm, watching her body shiver in anticipation. "What would you like me to do to you, slut?" "Whatever pleases you Master." Pet...
As I left the bus and walked across the parking lot, my little cell phone trilled. I fished it from my little back-pack purse and thumbed the answer button with my thumbnail. "May I speak with Charli Vargas?" said a polite, stiff voice. "This is she," I responded. "I would like to inform you," the voice replied, "that we have received your gallery submiss...
It is hard to identify the exact starting point of my peccadillo. It is also hard to put a precise label on it. Exhibitionism comes closest. But it isn't exactly exhibitionism, at least not the way I generally see the word being used. I don't think of myself as an exhibitionist because I have never really enjoyed exhibiting myself to others. At least I have...
Many thanks to Jedbeaker for the editing of this story. It happened on a Friday afternoon at a crowded supermarket. No parking spots were available until I saw a car leaving the lot and a small red Honda waiting for taking it, but as I was in a better position, I quickly took it. Not a polite thing to do and the good-looking young woman in the red Honda o...
Somehow, Chrystal's head turned robotically in my direction as her mouth opened in a visible display of shock and awe. "You." She mouthed putting a hand to her cheek. Before I could react, she was running directly at me with murderous intent only to be taken down by studio security. "GET OFF ME; I'M GOING TO FUCK HIM UP!! I'M GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS, I SWEA...
In the six years since their marriage, Eva had come to know her husband, Charles, as a very kind, considerate, loving man. He also had a healthy, very lusty sexual appetite. But he had never been demanding - not once. If she was tired or just not in the mood, Charles had simply smiled and found something else to do. So as the day of their sixth anniversary...
“As you all should have learnt in this class, we live in a multicultural society,” droned Mr Bartholomew, the Downtown High social studies teacher, in his usual boring monotone. “For this weeks homework I want you to select one culture and spend some time immersed in the culture. I want a five hundred word essay on your findings by Monday.” There was a groan...