The rain bounced off the storefront window like tiny pebbles. Without sentiment, wave after wave of wind pushed in the fall months. Temperatures were dropping, the tourists were leaving and Diana Foster was looking at a long, off-season alone. During the summer months Diana’s fabric store was a favorite among the well-heeled women from Manhattan and the Boston suburbs. Busy from opening to closing, each day passed in a bl...

So many 26ths, one, recalled in moonlit garden, with champagne, kisses, hot, then hotter. Fingers searching, finding. Clothing trailed from patio to stairs, we never reached bed. Another 26th, we danced until 2.00 am. In bed at last, I gasped, “Sleep or love?” “Whichever comes first,” Should a quickie be that good? July 26th is here, a sixty-second time, fingers trace dry labia. “Optimist,” she murmurs, reaching down, she...

He entered the huge, magnificent double arched neo-Gothic entrance, striding slowly as if he owned the place. People's heads turned as he walked past, head held high, either thinking him an arrogant prick, or trying to remember where they knew him from - was it a television show? Frankly, my dear, he didn't give a damn. He knew what he was doing here, whom he was coming to meet. And he was looking forward to finding out h...

Playing on the beaches of Northwest Florida had its benefits. Not only was I doing something I loved, but I was well paid and the benefits! Well, the benefits were many and varied. Let me tell about one of my best seductions. Right after Memorial Day, the hotel started the summer season. A small group of ladies from Jackson, Mississippi came for a week's summer vacation with the kids. No men, as they were all divorced and...

"E qui!" Cheers erupt in the small group of ragged men dragging their feet on the pavement. The bar doesn't look like much. A neon sign, a stainless steel door, tinted windows with black iron bars. A place for desperate souls lost in Rome. The inside is exactly how you imagined it. Neon flooding the room, dirty tables, a bored bartender. A stunning blonde in a bikini is grinding herself against a pole on a small scene. He...

“I have an idea!” Michelle exclaimed excitedly. We had just left Palm Beach and were headed south toward the big smoke. Next stop Sydney and the city lights. “I’m pleased for you,” I laughed with a hint of sarcasm. She shook her head in dismay. “You just can’t get good help these days.” Without missing a beat she ploughed on. “It’s such a lovely evening, which matches perfectly with the magical day we’ve had, and neither...

Whitehall Primary School was in the last week of a mid-term break and with only a few members of staff on the premises and no obstructions from interfering children, it should make his survey a lot easier to complete. The car tyres crunched in the deep snow and the windscreen wipers squeaked across the windscreen as he manoeuvred the car carefully through a pair of black metal gates before pulling to a halt in the school...

She was standing in line in front of me at the service counter of the local supermarket. The line was longer today as the Powerball jackpot was approaching $500 million. As usual, the management had only one person working. The man at the front of the line was arguing with the clerk that there must be a Western Union for him. The woman was striking with pale skin and dark hair, and intense, dark eyes. She was wearing a ha...

Chardonnay had been Phil’s live in sissy lover and constant companion for just coming up to two years. She wanted to do something very special for him and had saved enough money at last. She phoned an exclusive hotel, giving great detail into what she required. She made a few more calls that afternoon while Phil was working. As she finished the last call, she gave a huge grin to herself in the hallway mirror.Phil had give...

You live a fantasy on Lush, portraying yourself as loose, slutty and well-seasoned, sexually speaking. You get turned on reading the stories about the sexual episodes of others, and you find yourself almost obsessed with sex chat. You tell the story of someone who knows their way around, and you expose your dirtiest thoughts to strangers in a sexy, explicit way. Yet this belies the real you. The real girl is often reserve...

In my imagination I was wondering what you would wear, but I also was thinking about how you would wear your hair for me and what sort of make up you would wear. Then I was thinking about how fun it would be for us to go out for a dinner to a really nice restaurant and what you would wear out with me? (We will leave the remote home tonight) If I was coming to pick you up to take you for a drink and dinner what would you w...

NOTE: This story originally posted right after "Lost Tribe" and "Mistaken Identity"...June, 2009...hence the references at the beginning...I have a confession to make. They say confession is good for the soul, so here I am. Now that I am this hot sex fantasy writer on this sex fantasy website, people have been expecting me to keep coming up with hot stories. But the truth of the matter is, my sex life has not really been...