As I inch down the hallway, I can feel my anxiety steadily increasing. With each shallow, shuffling step, my heart rate continues to climb. Part of me feels certain that every single coworker within the hallway can hear the thundering sound of my pulse, like a deep bass drum. Each smile and polite nod that I see is simply another indication that I’ve been discovered. Why else would they be so nice; why would they be so di...

I slept an exhausted sleep on the carpet at the foot of her king-sized bed before waking slowly as the dawn light filtered through the hotel room curtains. I was naked, cold, tired, I ached all over and smelled of sex. It was clear that my Mistress hadn’t released me from my servitude of the night before, when she had taken me deeper into my submissive self than I’d ever been, making me her willing Slave. I watched her ge...

During the rest of the summer, I treated the idea of having a threesome as a mere fantasy, not as something that might actually happen someday. I didn’t have Adrienne’s contact information, so there was little chance of us ever meeting again. Whenever I thought of her, it was solely to get myself aroused for going at it with my boyfriend. Unfortunately, our sex life dumbed down a bit after that Sunday morning in the car....

The prestigious public relations firm, “Torranation”, is officed in the newest high-rise in the city. It commands nearly half of the thirtieth floor. Of course, Thomas knew of them from his college days. They occasionally recruited at his school; reportedly taking a very select few, if any, students as unpaid interns. He assumed his mediocre grades disqualified him, but after graduation and on a whim, he applied. To his c...

From across my desk, I survey Dave with an arched eyebrow, my pen poised above his manuscript. His earthy, rugged appearance translates well to the back flap of dust jackets and is certainly a large part of his brand appeal. That's not to devalue his top-notch thriller writing, but he's easily eleven on the eye candy scale; a far cry from the usual potato-faced ex-lawyers, ex-policemen, or ex-cons who grace my doorstep wa...

Kneeling at your desk, I slide hands from hips to beasts, firmly messaging the flesh. I suck a nipple, lisp shiny with wetness trailed from you're slippery pussy. A sign escapes when teeth connect and nip. A hiss. The bugle strains my underwear. I’m dying to hike your pencil skirt, peel panties aside, and bury my cock in your fiery count. I expect the affect I'm having will trigger your organism, hands tugging my head bet...

Carrie Leslie slyly snatched the nametag out from under the noses of the convention center’s gendarmerie. She was still wearing a bridesmaid’s dress because she couldn’t find the woman that she swapped clothes with, and neither of the couple that she had slept with the previous night was her size. Their sneakers fit, though, and so she took those and left behind the sandals that came with the dress. The center’s breakfast...

My former manager Steve had a picture of his wife Carol on his office desk. She was a dark-haired beauty, aged about forty. The picture showed her in a bright patterned swimsuit, which, though a one-piece, seemed to emphasise her curves even more sensually than a bikini would. It was high cut at her hips and so narrow between her legs it only just covered her sex mound. Her big breasts all but oozed out of its deep-cut cl...

Julie, a widower, and churchgoer two months short of her sixty-eighth birthday, had started a new job. She hadn't worked for almost five years and wanted something to make her feel worthwhile. The job was only a few hours a week, keeping Mr. Henshaw's office paperwork filing and such in order. It suited Julie because she still had plenty of time for her garden and keeping her home spotless—Julie's two favorite pastimes. M...