Mark I rearranged my schedule to take a long lunch at the end of the week, planning on swinging by my girlfriend Sam’s place for a quickie. I’d been busy at work on top of needing to be extra cautious at home with my wife, Heather, so it had been a while since I had time to see Sam. She’d been understanding about all of it, but I could tell she was getting frustrated with me. I had a feeling she was holding back from shar...

After spending a romantic night sleeping in each other's arms under the stars in the bush, they rose just before daybreak and enjoyed the spectacular sunrise. After an hour of marvelling at nature's majesty, they had just downed a tasty breakfast of bacon and egg sandwiches cooked over the campfire. An RACV mechanic quickly found our stranded protagonists and diagnosed a faulty fan belt as the cause of their Outlander's p...

I was leaning over the bookings diary, set on the bar counter before me and contemplating the various make-work jobs I could invent to keep myself and the staff on tonight's roster busy throughout what was certain to be another dead Wednesday night in The Republic. The foreseeable future would involve a lot of needless rebuffing of perfectly polished wine glasses, possibly punctuated with the cleaning of candle holders if...

Jake stood in the middle of a bar, the front of his shirt soaked in beer, pondering How on earth did I get here? Then his arms shot forward like pistons, burying his hands into the chest of the braying jackass in front of him. That’s when all hell broke loose. Had he had a more than that fleeting second to think about the question, he might have recalled that his journey to that saloon, which smelled of fifty years of sta...

I keep telling myself she's not my type, but every thrust into her tight arse tests my resolve to the limit. She begs for more, tossing that dark mane with its thick blue highlight, and fires a smouldering look back at me over her navy T-shirt. Her eyes darken with need, knuckles whitening as they hold the far edge of my office desk. “That's not fucking. I told you to fuck me.” My primal side kicks up a notch. I raise bot...

This is a story about my long-term partner and our sexual escapades outdoors, one of my favorite settings! This was one of the first times we ventured into this territory, about two years into our relationship, but it has always been a thrill for me even before. I’ll be honest, I don’t remember the details of the day leading up to this, but given it took place during quarantine it was probably a pretty boring day cooped u...

For so many nights, our contact has been limited to the words we've sent each other through our phones. A photo or two may have snuck their way in, hoping it will cause one of the good kinds of sleepless nights. With time, curiosity grows. I want to know what your cock feels like, ravaging my body. You want to know how wet my pussy gets just by the thought of you. But we drag it out, no one daring to suggest what we are b...

"I must thank you all, each and every one of you, personally, for a very successful week. All of your hard work has paid off. Have a good weekend and see you all again Monday," Mr. Wickie, my boss, was saying. I leaned back in my chair, watching him speak. He had such passion for his job. I think this was one of the first things that attracted me to him. We have been enjoying a torrid office affair for weeks now. I looked...

“Good afternoon. This is your captain speaking. I'd like to welcome everyone on TWA Flight 86. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 41,000 feet at an airspeed of 550 miles per hour. The time is 8:25 pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side, we are expecting to land in London approximately twenty minutes ahead of schedule. The cabin crew will be coming around in about ten minutes' time to offer y...

While Prince Charming and I are out for drinks, I find myself getting more and more promiscuous. The conversation during our dinner date had been good and I’m enjoying the looks he’s giving me now. Clearly, he’s checking out the curves showing through my little black dress. Sizing me up and imagining lots of things in his head, I’m sure. When he leads me into the bathrooms three drinks later, I can’t help but get excited....

For a thirty-six-year-old man, I was quids in. I had a satisfying job, with a good wage, a house in the countryside, away from the hustle and bustle of city life, and more to the point, a wife that was out-of-this-world sexy. We met in the city, at a late-night bar. We must have fallen in love at the precise moment our eyes met each other. She was the waitress at our work’s party table, supplying us with drinks and snippe...