“You’re right,” Natalie exclaimed excitedly. “Rooftop restaurant and bar, open till midnight.” “See, I know what I’m talking about,” Aiden replied. “You’ll learn to trust me, I promise.” He nestled in behind her as she sat on the bed in their room at the Dorchester Hotel, scrolling through the dining page of the property’s website on her phone. He gathered her hair up and planted wet kisses on her neck, peering over her s...

Wandering through the ornate lobby of the Dorchester Hotel shortly after nightfall, Amanda Bayliss was a bit overwhelmed by the opulent furniture, furnishings, and artwork all around her. It was quite excessive in her opinion, much like the museums through which her parents had dragged her earlier in the day. When she had learned that they would be spending a few days in London, a quick vacation tacked on to her father's...

Martina looked around the elegantly appointed bedroom in her suite at the Dorchester Hotel, taking in the splendor of her surroundings. The ornate sconces, paneled walls, crown molding, and polished solid wood furnishings made the space feel like her personal palace. The fragrance and vibrant colors of the fresh flowers, along with the original artwork that hung on the walls in fashionable frames, provided a distinctive c...

It's not that unusual for a vehicle to be parked along the two-lane drive just inside the park late at night. But it is unusual for the vehicle to be a gleaming Sunburst Gold Bentley Flying Spur. And it is unusual, while stationary, for the suspension of such an exotic automobile to subtly succumb to the exaggerated movements of its occupants. If passers-by were particularly observant on a particular night, they would hav...

The hospital room seems cold to Ella's face and toes. She's not exactly cozy in the bed, but at least she seems to have an extra blanket now that's keeping her core sufficiently warm. She sways her head to the left as her eyes flutter open again – is this the hundredth time today? – finding the lights and beeps of the nearby equipment and monitors oddly consoling. In and out of sleep for the last few hours, she's physical...

“Leaving a little early today, Corey?” Corey stopped in his tracks and turned around to face Bret, his boss, who was hanging onto a cubicle wall while glancing at his watch. “Less than ten till,” Corey replied, looking at the wall clock that showed 11:52. “I have an errand to do over lunch time. I'll be back well before one.” “Okay, well, we have that call with Vikram at one.” Corey rolled his eyes in his mind, though loo...

Ryan was a little embarrassed when they stepped into the shower after the water had warmed. His dick had deflated after fucking Miss Prestine, and he wondered if she'd think it was too small. But she seemed eager to hug him close and twirl around in the water with him, so he forgot about it momentarily, grabbing at her ass and tits while they soaped each other. He stroked himself while her eyes were closed shampooing hers...

Three mornings after their first oral sex experience, Jennifer had the excuse she needed to go after her young neighbor's cock again. Not too long after Ryan's parents had headed off to work, she was again knocking at his front door. “Whoa, hey,” he greeted her, half surprised and half excited that she was standing there in slippers, thin cotton pajama pants, and a thin v-neck t-shirt that wasn't doing much to conceal the...

Two mornings after their conversation in the yard, Jennifer rang Ryan's doorbell, and he happily joined her in the back yard a few minutes later, more quickly, enthusiastically, and confidently than the previous week. They moved rather quickly, both wanting the work to be done so that they could get inside and see if things would continue as they had before, or, hopefully, progress. So the new hole was dug and the tree re...

Jennifer sat down at the kitchen table, admiring her freshened-up backyard. She felt dirty, but the good kind of dirty, for having given the neighbor boy a hand job and making him cum a short time ago after he helped her with her little landscaping project. So dirty, in fact, that she intentionally didn't wash her hands, smiling at the way his spunk dried and crusted on her fingers. She cleared their glasses from the livi...

Ding-dong!Ryan almost jumped off the couch, releasing his hard cock, without even the presence of mind to use his dry hand when he reached for the TV remote. The doorbell startled the fuck out of him, as would any such intrusive noise coming from outside the little shell into which he had retreated this particular morning. Wracked with nervousness, he transferred the remote hurriedly into his dry hand, frantically pressin...

Marco had just logged into his workspace and ticketing system after starting up his computer Thursday morning when he heard the front door chime. “Shit.” No problem that his utterance was out loud. He was the first one in the office that morning, so no one else would hear. With a huff, he locked his computer and pushed back from his desk. If this wasn't someone with a key, he'd have to let them in, or if it wasn't an empl...