My boss Dwayne was hosting a party at his house for all the top-level executives in the company in celebration of a record-breaking year of profits. His house had a large pool that was perfect for cooling off in the heat of the Californian summer. As I entered the party, I studied the crowd of my colleagues and their partners. Seeing the women in various bikinis and bathing suits enflamed my libido. I took a wide sweep ar...
Gregorio stood on the hill watching the British civilians walking towards the great stone circle. The druids chanting as they moved clearly in the middle of religious fervour while their chanting built in crescendo. Gregorio gripped the hilt of his Gladius as he watched the people bringing forward a youngish woman. He tightened his Lorica Segmentata as he prepared to rescue the woman. The old druid at his side gripped his...
She moved through the woods silently. The scent of a single human filled her nostrils, her blood lust building within her. Easy prey, she thought to herself. She lamented the fact that despite having two species to pick from, no one male or female was worthy of her. She was an immortal creature, a union of Wolf and Human. She wasn’t pure by any means; there had been plenty that had provided distraction and pleasure. But t...
It had been three months since my last re-enactment, where I was twisted around on my ankle, and the ankle was still hurting me, still going out from under me. Finally, the tedium of taping it up and icing it daily had gotten too much for me to power on. I reluctantly booked an appointment with my GP. It took a week to get into see him. As he examined my ankle I explained how it happened, and he told me to take anti-infla...
After my previous two experiences re-enacting, I was disappointed with my third. Meg didn’t come to the event and Sarah was too busy getting stoned to give me the time of day. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed time with my regiment, and the drinking as well as the battle, but I did miss the sex. I had gotten used to it. Unfortunately, due to my family circumstances, changing my mental health took a massive downturn and I coul...
He walked across Flanders field. His type writer heavy in his has hands. The pain and memories filled his soul as the red poppies swayed around him. She walked towards him, picking poppies for her village. Neither spoke as they looked at each other. She lost her love in the great war where he lost many friends. Embracing tightly she kissed him passionately, their clothes falling quickly. Their lust-filled copulation laste...
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Greg rolled over in bed looking at the alarm clock. He stared at the flashing red display reading five am. He got out the bed looking around the room, taking note of where his suit and other assorted paraphernalia needed for the day's events. Greg made sure his bag was packed, his suit neatly folded as he got dressed in his riding gear. Setting off now he should get to the site by seven-thirty am a...
Sarah smiled as she held Don's present in her hands. He was going to enjoy his birthday but not in the way he was expecting. He was sitting naked in the chair as per her instructions, his cock was harder than it had been for their last six months together. Anticipation was written across his face as he watched his wife walk towards him. Sarah knelt between his open legs, her short dress riding up showing off her bare ass...
Greg sat in the foyah of Derby uni, eating a full English Breakfast, the fried food helping him regain his senses from the night of heavy drinking the night before. Still with getting drunk he was one of the first from the history course to arrive at Uni at seven in the morning. His mind wandered between the disappointment he felt with the Freshers Fortnight and thoughts of the attractive women on his course. Freshers for...
I stood looking at the woman holding my hand. The woman who was now my wife. Her sleeveless elegant white dress accentuated her curves without lewdly showing them off. The plunging neckline of the dress didn’t reveal bare flesh. The neckline was covered by a delicate lace with two flowers entwined, a red rose and a dark pink gerbera daisy. The red and pink petals were the only non-white element of the dress. Her dress' he...
Jolene turned the key and unlocked her front door. She was still glowing from her latest rendezvous. Paying no attention to her surroundings, she walked through the door and pushed it closed behind her. She began thinking about what she'd prepare for dinner as she walked down the hallway. Halfway down the hall, she unzipped her dress, oblivious to the presence of a visitor. Suddenly she felt a hand around her neck from be...
Greg sat staring at the blank computer screen. It had been blank since he opened the word document two hours ago. Sarah wasn't around to keep him focused, seeing as she was out arranging a book signing and had the afternoon off. He grinned as he predicted what she would do after finishing arranging the book signing. She would go straight to Don's office for lunch and have some fun if he had the time. Greg chuckled knowi...
George sat watching the stream of refugees flow past him. Each of the peasants' clothes hung off their frames; it saddened George to see that his armies had failed to protect the kingdom from the beastly hordes that swept forth from the mists. George turned around, looking at the assembled knights behind him. He mounted his snow-white charger, drawing his Bastard sword, swinging it slowly around his head. He would find th...
Greg sat at the bar in Embers, nervously reading his first erotic novel as he waited for Sarah and Don to arrive for a business meeting. Absent-mindedly he smoothed his smart black trousers unbuttoning his burgundy blazer as he took a deep drink from his coke zero, not wanting to be intoxicated when Don and Sarah arrived. A smile spread across his lips as he read a section that Sarah had written. She had a sexy quick mind...
Jolene looked out the window, the setting sun creating beautiful red skies and colouring the fresh white snow in the glen. She lost herself in the beautiful setting, slowly sipping the Glenfiddich in her hand, the gamey sweet smell of the slowly cooking venison stew filling the cabin as the man she was with whistled the second waltz by Shostakovich. She turned and looked at the bed, noticing the red rose entwined with dar...
