The weekend trip to the Smokey Mountains this spring was refreshing and needed. It had been almost a year since Kelley and I had had a chance to get away together. Our next door neighbors Don and Linda's cabin was tucked away in the remote North Carolina mountains. Its only amenity was solar powered hot water which was luke warm at the best of times during t...
Their home-gym in the basement was nothing to laugh at, complete with treadmill, weight bench, bike trainer, mats, yoga balls, and even a heavy bag to box on. Cliff had invested in himself, both of them really, and even though his company had some of the best equipment to offer, nothing beat the workout in his home, especially next to Stephanie's well-formed...
It only took three visits to chat up the 18 year old gay boy at the takeaway. Both of the first two times my cock was semi rigid in my jeans, a warm twitching presence nestled against my balls. He was flirty from the beginning, obviously liking the attention. On the third visit I made my move and arranged to pick him up after his shift ended. It was simple:...
It was July, a hot Saturday in July. I was scheduled to meet my friend at a nine hole course near work for a little golf and a quick dinner. I arrived shortly after noon and found her waiting for me. We often got together Saturday afternoons for golf or shopping or whatever. When the weather was bad we often ended up in a motel for sex and cuddle time. But t...
Later, when she looked back on that day, Anna wouldn't be able to explain what drew her to the church. She wasn't a religious woman. Raised Catholic, yes, but she'd left all that behind so many years past, it didn't bear discussing. And yet, that early afternoon some aching need for peace... for Grace... propelled her up the stairs and through the heavy wood...
The porn channel plays on the flat screen TV in your hotel suite, as you prepare to relax after successfully signing your company's biggest ever sale contract. Your head is warm and muzzy from a combination of 20 hours' continuous negotiations, and the glass or two of Pol Roger Cuvée Sir Winston Churchill (1996, in fact) you and your colleagues downed to cel...
It's a warm summers evening in the middle of July and here I am tied face down naked to the kitchen table with a vibrator sticking out of my arse. It all began a few hours ago when I returned home from a hard day at the office. I walked in to find my wife Susan all dressed up ready to kill, only the look on her face said it was me she was going to kill. She...
WARNING: The following story depicts fictional people, in fictional erotic situations. Do not attempt to emulate them. Playing with swords is dangerous. Sword-swallowing, let alone having sex with a sword, is not something you should try at home. Ever. If you are intelligent enough to understand the difference between 'reality' and 'fantasy,' I'm sorry for t...
FLASHBACK #1 Her neck stretched, the muscles pulled taut as he wrapped his hand solidly in her hair. That damned ticking clock in the background provided the only other noise besides his breath. Air left her lungs in a hitched and halting way. His breath solid and furious. Tick, tick. From the corner of her eye, she could only make out the shape of his mo...
Sandra liked tight spaces. She loved her little apartment, no matter what her family said about it. She liked her little VW beetle that she commuted to work in everyday. She liked the night, when it was black as coal and it seemed like there was a heavy blanket around her. As a child, she would go into a lightless closet when she was upset. Little had he kno...