"Have you asked your wife?" Arianne inquired politely. Arianne was fair, blond and pretty. In her early forties and without any make-up she still looked quite young. Her features were regular and well-defined. Her eyes were dark and contrasted dramatically with her complexion and hair. She was of medium height and build with full, rounded breasts and a stur...
Natasha sat in the waiting area of Winter & Winter, legs crossed with perfect posture, taking care not to slouch (both in an effort to present herself as professional, and in an effort not to crease the sheer black blouse she was wearing). She all of a sudden felt self-conscious about her outfit. The advertisement had said that applicants must be 'well-prese...
As I drove into the street my mind went back to that night several years previously when we had spoken about her desires. Janet had been a good friend for some time, always enjoying a laugh and a joke with me. A couple of years older than me, she had looked after herself particularly well, her looks belying her age. To be perfectly honest, I had been secret...
"Come on Gloria. You know its still 2 weeks to payday and it sucks not having any money." "Yeh, but I'm really not sure..." "I told you everything will be ok. I'm not going to let anything get out of hand. You know I'm a lesbian. If there was even a chance or us being fucked I wouldn't go anywhere near the place." "You're probably right." "Excellent so y...
I want to be an actress. I have the face, the body, and now I have the attitude. The face and body I received from my parents, two wonderful, liberated, Americanized Swedes. The attitude I received from one Professor Francois Fantoche. Msr. Fantoche teaches the arts thespian in a small, decrepit looking structure just a few blocks from Broadway; it truly...
I had popped into a cafe for a cup of tea to while away the time as I was awaiting the camp bus. It had been a fruitless night, the women had not fell for my ruthless charms, not as they ever did. My mates were forever telling me I would dip out in a Soho Brothel. 'This someone's seat?' 'No, Mate. Help yourself!' 'Obviously you didn't click with a lady-f...
The following story is my 2nd erotic story and is much more explicit than the first. This may also belong in the Letters and Transcripts genre but feels more like it belongs in the Erotic Couplings. It is fictional and based on two people having an erotic interlude online via instant messenger. All feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy. ========...
The first time I met my master I had dressed as instructed. It had all been arranged. As climbed into the car I could feel the fresh air against my skin under my skirt. He was playing my favourite music on the stereo, I wondered if he remembered I like it. All I could see of him was his Umbro tracksuit bottoms and his trainers. I dared not look at his face a...
She clutched the small envelope between her fingers and stood at the door waiting for her taxi. The only information He'd given her was how to prepare herself - shaven, make-up, hair down and curly; what to wear - black corset, garter belt, stockings, 3-inch heels, miniskirt, no panties, and a short coat to cover her shoulders; and what to bring - toys, ro...
Chapter 6: The House of angNaveena Someone was shrieking. Mira heard from it afar, a desperate, muffled sound that penetrated her dreams and pulled her out of a profound sleep. She lay curled in the back of the wagon, jostled and disoriented. Her head rested on a lap, and a hand gently smoothed her hair, over and over. "There's always a disaster when angNav...