Parking her own car, Sheena took her special, secretly garaged, van, hidden well away from the house. Jack knew nothing. Another morning of enthralling gratification lay ahead. Today she decided to try the baseball park once more. Simply dressed, in blouse and skirt, she watched the lusty eighteen/nineteen-year-olds. Their leaping and cavorting bodies were enough to moisten her. She seated herself on a low wall ensuring t...

Showered, wearing a thin slip, Rosa cosily awaited client seven. Didn’t men have such differing needs? Some fingered her wetness, then pulsed down her throat. Cream in belly, money in bank. Good, hard fucking suited most. Licking her clit (most enjoyable for her), before climaxing in her mouth. Tit-fucking, puerile, but uncommon. Hand jobs spread cum across her belly. But clients knew---no anal, definite. Always, they nee...

Sue locked the library. Not homeward yet. Tall, handsome, that man remained, moving closer. What would he ask this time? Yesterday he’d mentioned Updike’s ‘Couples’. “You know about it?” She did, and between bookcases, she'd unzipped him, his hardness filled her mouth. She swallowed eagerly. Today, he asked, “Know ‘Delta of Venus’?” She led him to the reading section, and immediately, she was spread on the table, skirt th...

Sweeten each new dream Fill my heart with melody Make life always Spring Fragrance in your words When you speak in tones of love I know our years, so warm, so close Will be ever and always Spring Sweetest caresses, deepening touches, Set avid passion aflame. Love songs pulsating, drawing us closer Tempting our rapturous desires When the day is done, Stars look down from high To fill our hearts, with promises Our love will...

April Fleeter clenched her thighs together as she stood at the sink. That didn’t help. The need deep inside her would not go away. She had expected this when three-times-a-week lover, Jake, had given her the news. “Bastard!” she yelled at the ceiling now. Jake knew husband Jeff’s ship was in Singapore, two months from a homecoming. He also knew damned well about her physical needs. Three days without a man and she was any...

She was there as I entered the museum. Had I seen her before? A familiar face? Not sure. But such a beautiful face. Lithe body, dressed for summer, she glanced my way as she passed. Twice a year, museum visits embellished ideas for my nine to thirteen-year-old pupils. Finished, I wandered upstairs. In the exotic bird display, the lady was there outshining the garish colours. Again, our eyes met. On the opposite side of an...

Watching him lock the door, Laura was already unbuttoning her dress, knowing that would be the first thing the boss would demand. Among the many items of waste in this storage space, there were convenient broken chairs, scratched tables, a split armchair which so often became the centre of these lunchtime activities. He turned as she allowed her dress to fall to the floor. His eyes were on her high pert bare breasts as he...

I awaken slowly. Light on the window suggests 6.00 am. Dreaming? I used to dream a lot in my youth. I recall the gorgeous lady passing me in the supermarket where I worked before university. Her thighs exposed in the park, bare breasts flashing in my dreams. Ten distant years ago. Ah, the pangs of youth. But the hotness and wetness of last evening, the passion, the fusion, is no dream. Beside me lies the naked allure of S...

  Daily, she walks past where I stack supermarket shelves. Breasts thrust out against her thin, yellow, summer dress, thighs emphasised at every step. Beautiful face. Vivid lips wide, full of promise. At night, in dreams, she undresses for me. Bare breasts, lips lowering to my disbelieving hardening cock. Awakening to wet pyjamas. On the street, follow her, longing to caress those twitching buttocks. In the park, she lies...

My name is Jamie Laker, and you may know of my four crime novels. I am twenty-seven years old now, but this story is mainly about Simon Curton from the time we were nineteen, entering the second year at Argoyne Academy of Creative Arts. You will soon see how crucial that timing was. Many of the incidents will be hearsay, adapted from what Simon told me later. Argoyne Academy provided three major areas of study. I took the...

They lay naked on the bed, uncovered. She, awake, on her side, facing him, and already moistened. He, on his back, sleeps on. She views his flaccid member and loose sac. Smiling, her hand encloses the whole genital package. A chick enclosed in a shell. The game begins. A gentle squeeze. Nothing. Firmer pressure, one finger strokes. The chick stirs, grows. Her fingers part like the cracking of a shell. Purple head pokes ou...

Connie, thirty-three, that’s me. Continuously searching. Constantly needing satisfaction, however brief. First orgasm at seventeen opened my mind to wild desires. Frequent iron-hard cock is essential. Foreskin or not. No matter. Fingers wrapped around such solidity is rapture. While tracing the large under-vein, viewing the shining purple, sometimes cherry, head, with its tiny slit, I’m deciding where I want it. Occasiona...

As the taxi faded out of view, Anna and Mike made their way towards the large double doors of the Algernon hotel. A uniformed doorman touched his cap with one hand while holding open one of the doors with the other. “Good day, madame,” he said, reminding Anna that no one else could see Mike except her. “You approve?” joked Mike, waving an arm around the imposing entrance hall. To Anna, it was a palace of a place. Massive...

They stood kerbside waiting for the taxi to appear. This man, Mike, who had appeared so suddenly in her life that morning, had quickly gained her confidence, now stood alongside her, although no one else would know. Anna Morgan’s thoughts turned to the crazed madness that had recently surged through her body. God, she could have been thrilling herself for all these dull years, and with her own fingers. It was all due to M...

Anna Morgan awoke knowing things weren’t right. That ache, low down. Different from the ache from her monthlies, which were at least two weeks away. Under the bedsheet, she was naked. No! She never slept naked. And why was she damp down there? Down in her dirty parts. Anna sat up and saw her pyjamas slung over a nearby chair. From downstairs came vague noises, one of them the chugging of the kitchen tap. She’d meant to ha...