Standing at the back sliding doors to her apartment felt as surreal as anything else that had happened in the previous hour. It was a moment of truth, and in a sense, I was standing at the doors of destiny. When she finally slid open the door, I was confronted by her shapely form clad in a soft, white short bathrobe. Her hair was loosely tied back in a bun. Tara avoided looking me directly in the face, but curtly beckoned...

“Well,” said Vianne, slapping her palms against her muscular thighs in that definitive way that I’d been dreading. “We’ve got an early morning ahead of us.” “Of course, of course,” said Debbie, one of the two older American women resting at the near edge of the pool, with a margarita perched on the tile rim between her hands. Debbie’s wife, Diane, nodded beside her and reached up to my deck chair to squeeze my hand, and r...

“Lock the door and come over here.” I pushed the lock and came back. His cock sprang out. My mouth watered, producing the extra saliva I needed to slide this monster further. He grabbed my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged, but he didn’t leave. “Fuck!” he groaned. I felt hot cum shoot into my mouth, sliding down my throat. I pulled his almost softening cock out of my mouth, wiped my lips with the bac...

On Monday Bodie went to work with a brand new attitude. He was definitely seeing his coworkers in a new light, but he found it hard to get any work done. By the time 3:00 rolled around and he left for his mentoring appointment with Mr. Sterling, he was feeling pretty frustrated. He said as much when John Stirling had seated him in his office and asked how he thought things were going. “Well, you’re not the only one who’s...

===Roger=== It came about that both Heidi and I were alone one weekend due to our spouse's travels. I had to get down to the beach house to open it up for spring and summer. It seemed only logical to ask her to "help", so to speak. We could spend the whole weekend together. ===Heidi=== Despite our ongoing affair, we had never spent the night together, always being careful to return home from whichever house we had used. I...

I watch him every day. It’s been my routine all summer. He works in his back garden with his top off. I can almost smell his sweat as he clears the paths and mows the grass. I’ve played the scene out in my head a thousand times. I walk downstairs and out into the garden. I wait until I reach the low hedge separating our gardens before I call out, “Good morning, Mr McCloskey.” I purposefully put on shorts and a top from la...

For more than nine years, I worked at a large private English school in our nondescript town in the middle of Vietnam, but the director and I grew apart over time, and so we agreed not to renew my contract. The best thing working there was that I had met my muse Nguyet, with whom I was still having an affair, although we didn’t see each other as often as we used to. After enjoying two months of vacation, I decided to take...

Louise sent me an email before I arrived home with a proposition. I saw the headline on my Apple Watch and stopped at the next pull-in. It read, "Hen night coming up, we need a man with a big cock." I read the whole message as soon as I stopped, and it gave me an erection at the thought of the idea. "My best friend's hen night is very soon, and we are having trouble finding her a stripper," Louise remarked. Like me, she h...

Grace was an old friend of my mother. I did not think of her as elderly, but she was older than my mom and probably old enough to have been my grandmother. I have to say that I hadn't really thought about it much, if at all. Grace had been a friend of my mother for as long as I could remember. She may have babysat me when I was younger, but I do not remember that, if she did. I knew very little about Grace. I did not know...