My sales pitch had been so successful, the meeting ended early. I decided to celebrate the substantial contract in my briefcase with a drink before driving the thirty-five miles back to the office. The boutique hotel across the road wasn’t busy, a couple of booths occupied under the subdued lighting of the lounge bar and two of the three stools fronting the counter were vacant. Entering through the swing doors, I walked p...

They’d met through a senior’s dating site and the attraction had been instant, their mutual sexual desires soon obvious. Indeed, Sheila made it clear what she wanted during their first lunch, inviting Albert back to her cottage. “It’s been a long time,” she said, opening her legs. “For me, too,” he said, grateful to be erect without a blue pill's help. Easing up and down her tight but moist tunnel, Albert smiled in proud...

Your fingers are feather-soft tracing patterns across my teenage chest. Your lips fleetingly brush mine and I open my eyes to gaze up at your face: dark brown eyes, aquiline nose, and those full cupid lips. I lick my lips as if tasting your kiss and your eyes shine. “I know it’s your first time, Colin but I think you’re ready,” you say, smiling while lightly twirling fingers among my pubic hairs. “Am I right?” My burgeoni...

Their needs were too urgent to waste time undressing.  Backed against the kitchen counter, she tugged aside her bikini panties and fingered her moist crevice while impatiently watching him remove his shorts. Then her eyes gleamed. “Fuck, that’s one gorgeous erection. Come on, stick it in me, quick.” Her legs wrapped around his waist, he gripped her buttocks and they gasped at the magical moment of penetration. Immediately...

I don’t need To hear you’ll always love methat we’ll be togetherforever I do want To talk and walkside-by-sidehand-in-handalong life’s meandering pathTo sharehugs and kissesfood and winelaughter and tearsdreamsand a bed I do need Youjust youas you are

The footage was brief. On second viewing, he disregarded the wild poppies dancing with the tall grasses and concentrated on her: dress bunched at her waist and energetically bouncing on a sturdy cock. He leaned back into the chair’s padded leather. “No sound. Your man was rather distant?” “Yes, Sir Charles, with a powerful zoom lens.” “He did well,” he mused, studying the documents in his lap before placing them on the oa...

“I’m told all you plumber’s have a special tool for… well, selective jobs.”  “That right?” he said, blowing into his mug to cool the steaming tea. “Who told you that?” “A plumber, of course,” she whispered, unzipping his jeans and slipping slender fingers inside. “Hmm, commando. Ah, this must be the tool.” She stroked the shaft. “Can I see it?” “Do whatever you want to do with it.” “Bet you say that to all your grateful c...

The cubicle was even seedier than she’d imagined. It smelt of stale sweat, cheap perfume — and sex. When a cock suddenly poked through a hole in the flimsy partition, she gasped. Although expected, it was still startling. Recovering, she squatted — No kneeling on this carpet — and stroked the shaft. Receding foreskin revealed an impressive dome, and a grunt greeted her opening suck.   He’d waited on the street for her. “O...

It wasn’t easy getting there. Well, that’s an understatement. It was damned arduous, in fact, and the first time Tiffany trekked across the island, she’d been too exhausted to even contemplate descending to her intended beach destination at the foot of the craggy cliffs.  Looking down, the cove certainly looked inviting — the azure sea gently lapping up to the strip of rich yellow sand — but Tiffany was simply grateful to...

“Have you got the time, Honey?” Despite shivering in the November night, I managed to insert a key into the front door of my lodgings while glancing up the dark street. She stood two doors away and, like the naive teenager I was, I turned a little so that the dim light of the streetlamp fell onto my cheap wristwatch. I peered. “It’s a minute after eleven,” I said, my breath forming brief clouds of fog.  The red end of a c...

It had been on Diane’s mind for years. Even now — ecstatic as she felt lying on the large bed with cum dribbling down her thighs — the old images flitted in and out of her brain. Matted pubic hairs were damp beneath the palm of her left hand, his cock hot and sticky in the fingers of the other. He was still firm even though several minutes had passed since he’d pumped a familiar bumper load into her depths.  She relished...

The first time it happened, Kate was surprised and shocked — and instantly embarrassed. If proof was needed, she even blushed as she hurried along the narrow, bustling city street, conscious of her boobs bouncing but grateful that she was only a few strides from her apartment block where she could disappear from view. She’d been aware of other pedestrians staring at her as she weaved between them in her haste to get off t...

“Can I help you at all?” The shop’s automatic door closer had barely had time to work — even the warning bell was still tinkling — before a young assistant emerged from behind a small counter to stand in front of the mature couple.  “Well, you could start by standing aside and letting us come in,” the white-haired lady said, a twitch of a smile on pale lips. The assistant’s gaze swept between her and the portly bald man....

So, you’re a starOn the road Name in lightsFace on billboardsObscene amountsof moneyYou can havealmost anything.And anyone. Tonight’s show is overOr beginning. Backstage, you strideinto the crowded roomHigh on adulationsuperstar adrenaline junkie.At the stage doorgirls jiggle in lineMeanwhile, you snort one.Bourbon lubricatesa raw throat.Touring can be rough. Soon, you undress,slip on a robe,nod at Melanie, she knows you...

Rattling and rolling, billowing steam and smoke, the train shuddered, wheels screeching, and I braced myself in a corner of the carriage as it came to a noisy, jolting halt. I tugged the hem of my pleated skirt below my knees and looked anxiously at the door. This was the only stop before my destination, a little over two hours away, and I prayed that I’d have the carriage to myself. In these austere times — early-fifties...