"Hello Sarah." "Hi Joan. Glad you're able to join me on line." "So am I. Never done this sort of thing before. But hubby thought I'd enjoy it." "Did Jim tell you about our little exchange? He has told me all about Cindy. The room mate you used to have sex with at college." "Yes. My word! She was a very good lover." "So I believe. Jim uses the fantasy w...
A girl and I were emailing back and forth, chatting, saying erotic things. She really liked this one, so for all you girls out there: here's a story that I hope wets your... palette. This isn't so much a story as an erotic description that leant itself toward being a story. And I've changed names to protect everybody I used to or do know. Enjoy... 1/ Havin...
(My first story of Shula, and her disappointing experiences at the company conference, encouraged one reader to ask for a sequel. So here it is.) After the company conference in the Midlands, Shula had driven back home in her red mini. She has a reputation of being one of the worst drivers of all time; no-one willingly sat in the passenger seat with her. Sh...
Unseasonably warm afternoon weather had brought the London crowds out in droves as I squeezed myself uncomfortably onto the Piccadilly line underground train and stood awkwardly, my overnight bag at my feet, my face pressed into the armpit of a tall blonde Scandinavian tourist. He gave me a look of pity no Londoner would have bothered with and I felt pleased...
Preliminary note. I had been sending short, (site-restricted) chats to this mature and well educated lady for some weeks, but I felt I really wanted to write without limits. So this is for her, but I hope it may please, amuse and arouse my readers. Darling, I've been chatting to you for weeks now, encouraging you to open up to me, to tell me frankly about...
Abby shook her head. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. First, the bombshell laid by her boyfriend Craig (she supposed she should refer to him as her "ex-boyfriend" from now on) that he had been seeing someone on the side. And now she was trapped within a sculpture she was supposed to be protecting. When she left the apartment after Craig's rev...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Comp...
With apologies to Helen Macdonald. Just seventy some centimetres south from her neck is an area I have come well to love. The bracken fens nearby, damp, inviting, curling, concealing. That hidden reclusive ravine, holding all that is lovely and beckoning in the feminine world. Yet just below, often fearfully neglected, cradled by two rounded smooth hills...
In the beginning things were all hazy, Jill could not see clearly, everything had a halo around it - why? Before she could analyse the situation everything became crystal clear, she was in a crowded place, a club. There were people there that she knew but no-one spoke to her and she spoke to no-one. She had a feeling that she had been there a long time alt...
I came screaming last night. And I'm wet again just thinking about it. Mister and I had wanted to check out a Lifestyle club in the City, but he's been under the weather and if I didn't want to make-out with him, I didn't think it was the right call. He'd been in his office (aka cave) for a while working on a new song. I'd been watching some terrible TV...