Forty-five minutes after leaving the airport, Scarlett and Sammy had just been served their breakfast meal at Andrix Café in downtown Salt Lake City. “You look tired, hon.” “Yeah, I am. Tired and cranky.” “Too tired to have sex with me today?” “No way.” Scarlett ran a finger down Sammy’s chest. “You’re offering me too much money.” At least that’s one thing you’re honest about. “Does that make me a bad person?” “It doesn’t...

“Stop fucking yelling! Stop, stop, stop. I answered your call, quit yelling.” Tension tightening her voice, Lindsay sat on the edge of the bed with her cell phone pressed to her face and ear. “Okay, yeah, better. That’s right. I moved to Las Vegas and started a new life. I’m a waitress. What? No way, I’m not telling you where. It’s none of your business. No, forget it … fuck you. What is it you really want, Zack? We broke...

Nothing had prepared me for this. Certainly not the fumblings and fiddlings that had been my sexual experience thus far. Certain not those who thought my clitoris was a scratch card. No, she simply walked towards me, kissed me and put her hand between my legs and pressed just a little bit and only for a moment. Then she held out her hand, I took it, and she led me into her little wooden shack at the end of the beach. I wa...

The nine muses sing 'round the fall faerie ring While we dance in a circle of stone And the embers glow red as we dance with the dead Where the spirits in the barrows now moan   Our arms slowly raise to the Goddess we praise While the passions we share rise anew And my lover is filled with the nectar I spilled 'Pon her lips as she kissed at my dew   The smoke from the fire where we dance our desire Ascends to occult the n...

It began in my mind, and a signal was sent Southwards. Soon my whole body came alive with the crackles and sparks of a million messages. What began as a mere caress was now setting my delta ablaze. Nothing could contain this fire, neither lips, nor fingers, nor tongues. Whilst I writhed and struggled against my bonds. Your smile grew wider. Your eyes reflected the flames as you watched me burn and burn. Suddenly, from now...

She tosses me onto her bed. I wriggle into my usual position. "Not this time," she says. Seems I'm to be on my side, with knees drawn up. The blindfold isn't normal either. The gel is cold, the instruments colder.  I feel the mattress sink. Someone else is here. The first tingle of electricity... "Good girl," she says. Now it begins. A gloved hand pushes my knees closer to my chest, and I know it will be good. My climax c...

I wash you with a priceless aloe vera soap, your bottom and sex, not for cleanliness, you are already clean, but as a sacrament.  You are naked. Me? Stockings, heels and shockingly expensive knickers. Your dampness is on my tongue now—your exquisite roundness in my hands. You, lying crosswise on the bed, your head in a mound of pillows, and me, kneeling, painting a masterpiece with my tongue. My lips adore your most priva...

Arrivals, London Airport I'm at the barrier. We've never even swapped selfies, but we know we'll recognise each other. We've been online lovers for years. The doors hiss open—a trickle and then a surge of trolleys and bags and so many faces. This too intense for me. Then, up close, an unknown voice, Aussie accent. "Suzy?" I turn. It's YOU, the REAL you! You drop your bags and kiss me, swinging me round and round. You laug...

“‘The window’s in the wrong place!” I woke up suddenly and my brain was sort of rebooting itself. My memory was coming back in unconnected bits and pieces. The dream was a happy dream and I was having a good time in it. Now the window and the rectangle of sunlight and I was back, in my hotel, in my room, in my bed. And Justyna was kneeling on the bed and kissing me and telling me that she had to go to work and I knew wher...

The sun was reflecting off the water as I crossed the bridge and returned to the safety of my Irish Pub. That’s so ME… if it ain’t broke why fix it. I was feeling good, almost approaching happiness! My reflection in the shop windows was reassuring me. That delicious session in my room had lifted me higher than I had expected. It was still early and the bar was practically empty. No fedora hat. The girl behind the bar recogni...

It was early Spring and the air felt fresh and clean and the streets were so quiet you could hear the birds singing in the acacia trees all the way down Paleisstraat to the canal bridge. I have a daily routine, or at least a morning routine. I don’t usually have breakfast in my hotel but walk all the way down to the bridge and the Molentje Cafe, which sort of means the ’Whirligig Cafe’. This morning, as I reached the brid...