It’s mid-afternoon as I am crossing Central Park and the light is beginning to fade when I arrive alone at The Ritz. The doorman’s gloved hand opens the grand doors and ushers me into the vast entrance. In the lobby, I walk right past the front desk without a glance. I don’t break my stride and set my sights on the elevator bank at the far side of the lobby. Room 2608, reads the text and I’ll find the door open. My knee-l...
While my affair with Zach became a regular outing, I continued having sex chats with others. Every once in a while, another female would open a private chat, and we would exchange tales of our sex lives. Many of these gals were interested in ff play, as well. Unlike with guys, the conversations began tentatively and were slow to get down to business. And so I got to chatting with DamselJane. After the usual hello's and wh...
Chapter five My blood and body warm from being close to another male, I thought it would be nice to wrap myself around him all night. I doubted he wanted to sleep, or me for that matter. His bulge pressed against my belly as we kept still for a few minutes. Savouring the sensations, I whispered that he should go back to his room and whoever was waiting for his return. Even if Sean heard us, he was not going to barge in or...
We chatted a few more times FISHERCAT: "Think you might cheat for real again?" HONEYLICK: "I don't know. I really don't know." FISHERCAT: "You know I'd like to meet you for coffee somewhere. I'm not that far away." HONEYLICK: "I don't know." FISHERCAT: "Really?" Oh God. It wouldn't be just coffee, would it? HONEYLICK: "How far?" FISHERCAT: "About 80 miles. We could meet halfway." I realized I was trembling. HONEYLICK: "I...
Traveling to far off places is exciting. Rio, Rome, Bora Bora. Traveling to work conferences not so much. Sure some of the destinations are fun. Vegas, San Diego, Miami. But no matter the locale, it’s still work. And nothing made me feel better than a Tito’s Vodka martini, extra dirty, two olives touching my lips after a long work day on the road. I always knew I shouldn’t be at the hotel bar. “What was I doing here?” I a...
The blonde across the bar was dressed to kill in a hot white number, her perfect tits barely contained. The first glance lasted a little longer than it should have. The second one was more deliberate and lingered long enough for a sexy little smile to spread across her perfectly painted red lips. Looking up from my drink, I looked across the bar, but she was gone. I pulled a twenty from my money clip and placed it on the...
Welcome to the latest of my autobiographical stories! All the stories in this series answer questions from the Lush forums that I have a real and truthful answer for. For this series at least, if it isn’t true, it ain’t going in. You have my word. Unless you are my older brother, happening to practice your English by reading a couple of naughty stories. Definitely not true, FC1979. That said, you’d better go and read some...
I open the door to see you standing there, a broad grin on your face. I pull you into the room as you come close and embrace me. You kiss me deeply, but you cannot stay still; you're clearly excited. We break apart, and you quickly hand me the blindfold I asked you to bring. I smile, then help you carefully put it in place, making sure you cannot see anything. I pull you closer into the room. I take your bag from you, thr...
The door slowly opened, and Sam was standing behind the door. She stared at me, “it was you, wasn’t it?” “Sorry… I don’t understand?” I lied. Sam reached out and pulled me into their room. She quickly closed the door. “I know you were out there listening to us earlier,” Sam leant forward as she spoke. Her breasts were almost pressing against my chest. My face was hot, my eyes became blurry, and my throat was so dry that I...
Revenge is sweet... This is a true story from my time as a management account for BT. My work regularly took me to various offices around the UK. On this occasion, I had a meeting in an office in Leeds and had travelled up on a Sunday night for an early meeting the next day. I had gone down to the bar for a drink or two. It was relatively quiet for a weekend night as the hotel bar was usually a popular destination on a we...
Grace had always been undeniably faithful to the men in her life. Throughout most of high school, she dated a sweet guy named Antonio. Antonio wasn’t the best-looking or most athletic guy in the school, but he was Grace’s first love, and she showed that love through her commitment. She was one of the hottest girls in school, and more than once she had opportunities to cheat, but she never did. She was so serious about her...
I'm alone in a hotel room. Next door, a couple is making love. There is laughter, giggling, and teasing. Good signs it's a healthy relationship. I can hear the bed creak slightly, and I can picture the clothes strewn about the room. The condom wrapper on the bedside table. She's not laughing now. She's moaning, pleasure robbing her of the power of speech. Twenty minutes later, she lets loose, screaming as she orgasms. I c...
Jodie and Ross found each other in Paris and were taking full advantage of the fact they were both singles in this sexy city. Jodie Adams loves Paris. Being a renowned model, she often got work here and had several modelling assignments backed up over the next month. Her friend Claudine had offered to share her home for as long as Jodie needed it, a luxury four-bedroom apartment overlooking the river Seine in the heart of...
It was a sweeter than average Saturday night at the office. Georgi Devereux was wrapped around my girth and sucking like a milkshake addict trying to drain the glass, and I was having a grand time. Then France’s finest, Claude Debussy, interrupted us and damn well spoiled the party. I’ve a rule harder than my dick on a good night–don’t call from a job unless things have gone further south than an Antarctic expedition. Cla...
Have you ever looked back on certain events after a few years have passed and wondered how you possibly could have done the things you did or felt the emotions you felt? It may even seem like you’re looking back at a different person altogether, or perhaps recalling some half-remembered dream. Six years have gone by since my affair with Delilah began and I still don’t fully understand it. Before Delilah, I was fully commi...
