It’s lounge lizard time. Just lying back, relaxing—end of a long, tough week. Fingers lazily tracing breasts and throat and lips. Contented, calm, peaceful moments. Your thoughts are still attuned to work as you start to wind down after another hard, but...
It's Friday afternoon, late, almost time for the real estate office to close – all the staff have already left, or are on their way out the door now. Mrs. Ogden, the last client will be gone soon (or so they think...). Just clear out the last of the paper...
Dot was fifty-four. She was fifty-four years old and bored. And she knew it. But what she didn’t know was how liberating boredom could be. Dot was bored with her job as the principal of the middle school. She was bored with her grown children and their ne...
His gaze met mine with an intensity that I was certain would stop my heart if held long enough. He stood, like an apparition of perfection, in the aisle. His beautiful green eyes did not dare break the invisible connection they had forged with mine. I had...
Alejandro knocked twice on the aluminum door. It opened slightly and a woman’s voice said to come in. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. “You’re not a cop are you?” “No ma’am. I’m just me. I’m in school and I work in a warehouse on weekends.” Val...
I’m going to tell you a strange story. I’m a pretty normal guy with a very strange fetish. I’ve tried to keep this fetish under wraps, but lately I’m just crazed and need to do something about it. I’m turned on by pregnant women. I like that their bodi...
I kicked off my shoes, removed my tie and jacket, and fell back on one of the two hotel beds. To say it had been a long day was understating things. I stared at the weird stain on the ceiling, and relished having a minute of quiet time to myself. The Orga...
The time on Lily’s phone showed 08:53 as she hurried down the long corridor that led to the female staff locker room. “Shit,” she murmured to herself, as she dashed over to her locker. She grabbed the bright red shirt and unflattering trousers, that she h...
Early Morning Hooker In the nineties, I carried on an erotic pen-pal correspondence with a woman who earned the name DG late in her high school years. She had fantasies of being turned out as a prostitute and liked having her breasts slapped. I wrote this...
