Jake settled into the airline seat, getting everything ready for the long flight to London. Normally he would have been looking forward to the trip, but this time, he would not be seeing his usual associate. He had been meeting with Shona, a young Irish woman for the past few years, but she had just recently been transferred home to Belfast. He did have a we...
This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story, and it may not be perfect ( in fact, I'm sure it isn't) but I enjoyed writing it, and hope you enjoy reading it. * * * * * It was a ordinary July day when I had my "encounter". It was hot and muggy, the humidity all but unbearable. As I did on many days during summer vacation, I went cycling. Today was n...
Robert and I broke up. I mean, we had to. Sometimes you just have one of those moments that knocks your brain into the right frame, and you can see things for what they are. Unfortunately, that same knocking can send other things spinning loose. I've mentioned I do cam work, so obviously I've got a bit of an exhibitionist in here. But I don't see those peo...
The date was a total bust. Fred wasn't a bad guy, but we didn't connect at all. He was fairly attractive, but came from the corporate finance world; and as a single mum, I was the last thing he needed in his life. I was more than relieved to jump into a taxi and head home by 9pm. Let me tell you a bit about myself to start with, before I go any further - I...
"Here's to me," Ashley raised her glass. "Yes, here's to you, Ashley." We clinked our glasses together in toast. Ashley had been recruited into a management position, while I was stuck at school finishing up my final two years of my law degree. "And I'll be joining you at the top before you know it." I finished off the rest of the glass of wine, and wince...
Warning: This story tries to push the limits of submission. If you are not interested in humiliation and degradation you should not read this story. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblanc...
Kira Moira and I are coming up to the entry to the Academy, an enormous brick gatehouse with a huge iron gate guarded by two uniformed soldiers. They stand with polished pikes and in plate armor and pretend they can protect the Academy. Other than drunks and curious citizens they don't deal with much anyway. I walk with the bundle of books and as we come c...
Over the next couple days I was able to get some serious work done as Jennifer was very busy with a school project and Karen was busy with what ever it was that kept Karen busy. I have to admit I did get curious about Karen and wanted to make sure my little head wasn't leading me into a problem. So I contacted an old friend and asked him to do some discrete...
Laddi was a first generation Punjabi woman, who had spent most of her life in the lavish neighborhoods of London. Her father was a successful entrepreneur and her mother specialized in putting on traditional Punjabi weddings. Now in her early 30s, Laddi was working as a marketing executive for a high end clothing line in London, and was happily married to he...
It was about 3 in the morning and Mark rolled out of bed with a keen thirst. He cursed himself for not having had the foresight to bring a glass of water to bed. They had been out to dinner, he and his wife, their son and daughter, plus three of his daughter's friends, Imogen, Hazel and Maddi. It had been a celebration for his daughter's 18th, and it had bee...