International liaisons are a pain in the arse, but love has a habit of finding its way. We had four months – stolen days and nights – before her visa expired and she returned to a life she loathed. An hour ago, we met again in the airport concourse: a fierce hug, then a long, wet, tongue-heavy kiss in the car park. Now we’re speeding up the M40, Dora quiet beside me, her hand resting gently on my left thigh, and it feels...

In the dark, silent suite late at night, only soft moans of pleasure and the wet slap of skin broke the quiet. Clarice, on all fours at the edge of the bed, was getting fucked hard by Doug standing right behind. He drove into her with slow, powerful thrusts, gripping the hips of the gorgeous beauty tightly, finally owning the woman he’d fantasized about for years. “Harder,” Clarice breathed. Owning her was a big word. He...

In my previous story, "The Last Few Challenges," Mikki and I navigated through four trials, a shadow of melancholy cast over us as we acknowledged the three challenges left unconquered. One was an impossibility, the others mere opportunities that never materialized. A sense of finality loomed as Mikki and James were set to move within a month's time. Mikki and Oliver had nestled with us for a year and a half, James for a...

It's ironic what goes through your mind when you're in your room, on your back, ten inches of anthracite coal pistoning up your butt. Your roommate is running the railroad, Casey Jones getting old number 382 running down the tracks, heading to the depot. Charge: Violation of Uniform Code of Military Justice, Conduct Unbecoming. In that Lieutenant Anthony "Binky" Rasmussen was observed on his back, legs spread, arms embrac...

Prologue. Simon was in his fifties, and extremely bored. He had taken early retirement from a lucrative job, and wanted for nothing really, except female company. He had been very happily married for many, many years and when he retired, he had expected to travel the world with his wife. However, she had died suddenly and unexpectedly, several years ago, and he missed her terribly. They had had a very active, but monogamo...

After our adventures with the kitchen fitters in "The Pizza Guy's Wife Act Two," where Mikki and I christened every room of her new home and introduced Jacky to the delights of female intimacy, we knew we'd have to face the music. We'd confessed everything to Bobbie and James—the kitchen renovation guys with all three fucking us both, the train escapades, all of it. They'd been suspiciously quiet, but the other shoe final...

Scanning the room, I spotted her. Clare Adams. I had seen her here at the party earlier, but always with other men. She at six feet and I at six-two, we were taller than almost everyone else here. I walked to her, took her hand, and we moved to the wall. "So, how's life in Audit?" I asked. She beamed. "It's wonderful. I thought I would end up working at a CPA firm, but banking is much more interesting. I never got the cha...

A low, steady thrumming filled the room when I woke, and the world beneath me swayed gently. The trolley was gone. I padded to the bathroom, filled a tumbler from the cold tap, and drank it all in one long draught. Only then did I notice the curtains drawn tight across the portholes. I crossed the room and tugged them open. My breath caught. There was no dock, no Philadelphia. All that remained was the boundless ocean str...

It had been a punishing voyage from Ngumba—days of heavy seas, the vessel groaning and shuddering as she pitched and rolled through wave after wave. But now she lay moored in Philadelphia, finally at rest. The cargo—hardwood logs and sacks of cocoa—had already been offloaded into waiting trucks, and the hold was nearly filled with manufactured goods bound for African markets. A captain’s duties rarely pause, yet even I ne...

A petite sub gives herself completely to her masterful dom. Three part series. Based on true events. Note. This is an audio only version. Full text is not included.