Morning Friday morning. I woke up thinking about the previous day. I especially thought about Tom and our passionate session. Oh, no! I was going to screw everything up if I ended up falling in love with one of my therapists. That’s why I seriously hoped I would not see Tom ever again. I got up, put on my clothes, went to the cafeteria, and grabbed my breakfast. The cute brown-haired patient I had seen on day one was sitt...

I tried to get a look at the screen, but the messages were scrolling past too quickly for me, and the pinging of the tips coming in distracted me. Brooke, however, seemed completely at ease, and was smiling constantly. Brooke started speaking to me, so I turned to her, away from the glare of the lights and the eye of the camera. “Some of the boys want to see you with boobies, honey. Hold still,” she said. She barely neede...

Neelam immediately regretted making the hotel bar their designated meeting place. Unused to fucking behind Bhavik’s back, she had been thinking about convenience when she had suggested meeting there, whereas she should have thought as a cheating wife would. Why choose a place close to home where she or Jason might easily be recognised? The bar was bright, open plan, and virtually empty, so, in her beautiful Indian attire,...

“Oh my God, Emma! I can’t believe it!” “Neelam! Oh my God! What are you doing here? Do you work at the bank now?” The two old friends hugged enthusiastically. “Yes. I run Global Retail Asia. I’ve been based here in Canary Wharf for the past eleven years. What about you? I thought you were still in Vietnam.” “Oh God, no! I came back when I met Jason - that’s him over there. He works for the bank too, but it seems he’s not...

I wake up surrounded by your scent. I belong there, in the warmth of the covers you lovingly and carefully pulled upon me, to make sure I was well wrapped. I hear you moving silently around the room, in the cutest attempt to not wake me up. But I am already up. The moment your arms let me go, I felt unnaturally naked. You leave the room and walk toward the kitchen. I can hear you with your methodical moves: water boiling...

This affair started a few years ago. But as a prelude, there were troubling things happening inside me. I was 33. When we first met and in the early years of our marriage, my husband and I were like rabbits. Every opportunity, every place, every part of our bodies that could be used for pleasure. Yes, even there. He's a wonderful man and wonderful in bed, too. But lately, I'd found myself losing interest in sex, even avoi...

At forty-five years of age, I had a reached point in life where I was fairly confident I had fewer birthdays ahead of me than behind. Not that anything in particular was wrong. I still made it to the gym three or four days a week and the two hundred pounds I carried on my six foot one inch frame were toned and predominately muscle. We had moved to a small suburban town a few years before, mainly to get out of the city, aw...

As he ran, he felt that his gold was getting lighter. When he returned to his car, he felt weaker than his lifeless schlong. All the gold had turned into talc, crumbling into pieces of dust. He looked back and found a hairy humanoid with shiny gold bars. "Let me fuck you, and you'll have my gold." Without thinking, he pulled down his pants, bent down on his car, and ass up. The humanoid thrust his humongous pizzle in his...

Olivia and I were having fairly regular sex, mostly on weekends. It was pretty vanilla stuff, given her lack of experience. But we were trying a few new positions, a few new quirks to expand our sexual chemistry. We had tried various positions, but she favoured doggy. One lazy Saturday afternoon I was fucking her hard but decided to step things up a notch. I wet my index finger with the copious juices coming from her puss...