I was a foundling baby, left on the steps of Exeter Cathedral on Christmas Eve 1882 and taken in by my adoptive parents Henry and Elsie Connors, who had not been blessed with children of their own. My father owned the Royal Oak inn on the high road between Plymouth and Exeter. It was a successful establishment which he had bought with prize money from his time in the Royal Navy. They called me Mary because that had been m...

Carol hugged her knees closer to her body as the studio appeared to get bigger and much colder. It was the year 2001, and her first day in the new semester at The University of Western Australia, there for her first module, Theatre Studies 205, a module she decided to study for in order to indulge her exhibitionist streak and give her inner narcissist a good workout. She didn’t know what to expect as she looked around the...

Turned on as could be, I decided to head to the sea, Where I could take off all my clothes-, I longed to be completely exposed. So spontaneously I drive, And as soon as I arrive, I remove my bottoms and top, And eagerly let my towel drop. Everything is now on display, I bounce down the walkway. I arrive at the shore- It’s pussies and penises galore. So many people crammed on in, More than there’s ever been. So many eyes t...

Desperately looking for a way to release, to bring my body and mind peace. Bring an end to these uncontrollable urges, Every single time I cum it just reemerges. Thoughts are aggressively sexual and obscene, consuming me, but they bring the dopamine. Overcome with intense arousal, I tried to think Where I could go—to play out my kink? Horniness took me to the communal bath— free love, nudism, or am I a sociopath? From the...

Early on Tuesday morning, Dillon’s cell phone rang and woke him out of a dead sleep. It was too early to take a call and way too early for the rude awakening his ringtone was blaring from the nightstand next to his bed: The intro of Won’t Get Fooled Again by The Who. No one in their right mind calls this early. 'Why didn’t I turn this damn phone off last night?' he wondered. But he was curious and looked at the phone. The...

I like a submissive woman, bowing naked before her Dom. She has other ideas. Ordering him to his knees, she positions herself inches from his face, then won't let him touch. She lifts her skirt, exposing her puss, pink and puffy; her sweet aroma hangs in the air, making him dizzy with lust. He begs for it, tongue extending, but she makes him wait. Drool runs down his chin as her fingers tug at her lips before disappearing...

One suggestion to those witchy guys and gals out there considering summoning a demon to curse their stupid, cheating exes: maybe don’t. After all, sometimes the spells that you find on those remote websites in the dark depths of the internet actually work, and then what? Then you end up with a six-foot-something hunk of man flesh in your way-too-small studio apartment with nowhere to put him, that’s what. It was the key q...

The Fall air was cold and I wasn't dressed properly, plus I was early. My heart was racing as I tried to figure out how to present myself. 'I should sit at the picnic table, no I should stand... Yes, stand in case I need to run away quickly.' After all what in the fuck was I doing? I wasn't even moved out of the house yet and I was meeting a man, on a cold Fall evening, at a dark park. I should go. 'Seriously, Jane, check...

A loud banging on the door, as if the world was ending, woke him from his slumber, staring confused out in the darkroom. The only light sources were the full moon shining behind the thin curtains and the small trace of a yellow glow shining from under the door. A shadow of someone standing impatiently on the other side of it made the light seem to move as well. Whoever it was tried opening the locked door by twisting the...

His shaded eyes linger on her, unaware of her observer hidden in darkness and secrets. In the shadow of the abandoned church, she sings a soft song. She is here later than usual, past the hours of daylight and into the early reaches of evening. The full moon has climbed in the sky, leaving the world pale and quiet. The forest that hides the church is quiet, as abandoned as the structure itself. She has been here many time...

Claire watched him fade into the horizon and already missed him. His handsome face, his loving kisses, his arms around her, his cock inside her, her body reaching places it had never been before. And her orgasms, oh God, the orgasms. They were like earthquakes in her soul. ---- They both spent the following week thinking about each other. Lonnie was there the next Monday and the sex was even better, even more uninhibited...

Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating bullets. It was late on the Saturday morning of Memorial Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was high. Humid as hell, too. He was about halfway through his fourth mile, and in a few minutes he would be leaving the beach and getting back on the pavement. Then he would run the five blocks to his condo complex and jump in the pool. He loved running on the beach for seve...

I scanned the faces on the crowded train, many looked hot and flustered. A hard day in a sweaty office followed by a busy crowded commute home. No wonder they looked tense.  One guy stood out though; tall and cool, standing opposite me in the corridor and just to the right of my hubby who was sat on the aisle seat opposite me. Linen shirt and chinos, blonde with grey streaks and his pale blue eyes which strafed my body. L...