On the way down for dinner, Ben gave a wave to Gerd. He was, surprisingly enough, behind the desk in the reception office. Christine was supervising and waitressing in the dining room. After dinner, Ben went to the Lounge for coffee and celebratory cognac after a day well spent. Christine, making her rounds, joined him briefly. Sitting down quite close to Ben, she explained that two of her staff were absent and that she w...
Except for the name shield, the railway station looked unfamiliar. Now brightly painted and its hundred-year-old shell refurbished with wide doors and much glass, it seemed not the place where Ben had taken the train to leave home more than twenty years ago. It was then six-o-clock in the morning as he waited for his train, with two suitcases at his feet. It was just dawning and cold. Ben was on his own; nobody had come t...
Toni was very fucking hot. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes and a perfect pair of big tits. By this stage, her eyeliner was smudged and running down her cheeks. Her makeup was smeared with a mixture of tears and drool. She rubbed her hand up and down the big hard cock in front of her. Another man was positioning himself behind her as she knelt on all fours on the bed. She gazed up at the tall black man standing in f...
From: marimclain8@zyx.com.au To: renemax6@xyz.com.au Subject: Telling all: Who to? My dearest Rene, After your last mail and the follow-up text, letting you into my secrets may read disappointingly dry and barren. So, before I set to it, I want to tell you how much your snatch-shot delighted me. After twenty-one years, you, my ‘shy’(???) Rene, have still the sexiest, delectably kissable, and so, so fuckable pussy! God, ho...
From: renemax6@xyz.au To: marimclain8@zyx.au Subject: Have you ever …? Dear Mari, First, my apologies for my sudden departure yesterday. And, yes, the lying. I had to be nowhere, and I wanted to be nowhere more than with you. I took flight! Again! And after the way our relationship is developing, it was silly taking flight. We are becoming partners in breaking our demure silences about our real sexuality, aren’t we? Bel...
Dave was sitting on the sofa, grabbing a few minutes of space to check the football scores whilst preparing dinner and helping with homework. Not for the first time, he wondered if it was really necessary for his seven year old son to print out quite so many pictures of footballers for his project on famous people. He could hear his four year old daughter Emily dancing in the living room. It was peaceful. The dinner was o...
Emma turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She rubbed the towel through her hair before wrapping it around her body. She stepped into the bedroom to choose a clean pair of panties but stopped short as she found her girlfriend, Carol, standing in the bedroom glaring at her and holding Emma’s phone. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, Emma?” Emma swallowed, she felt vulnerable standing there, the flimsy towe...
"Do you guys remember the music festival?" Dave asked across the table in the local pub. "Oh yeah. How long ago was that now?" Steve replied. "Must have been eight or nine years ago," I said. "What a weekend that was," said Dave. "Although, hearing my little sister hooking up with some random guy put a bit of a downer on it for me." "Did you ever find out who the guy was?" asked Steve. "No. It's probably for the best that...
She read the message on her cellphone screen. She paused, not knowing at first how to respond. Then her thumbs moved furiously on her keypad and she typed her reply. “You’re kidding me, right?” He answered. “Can you think of a better way?” She couldn’t. But what he suggested was something she had never done. Never even considered that she could do, or would do. “I’m not sure. Maybe that’s going too far.” “You asked me a...
“I want you to go to bed tonight,” he began saying. “I go to bed every night,” she interrupted, and laughed. “Can I finish?” he continued. “Go ahead.” “I want you to go to bed tonight, and wait until he is asleep. I know he is in a separate bed, but I want you to be absolutely certain that he is asleep.” “Ok. And then what? What’s the point of waiting for him to be asleep?” she asked. “Once he is asleep…once you are absol...
Tuesday was filled with text messages between Elizabeth and Tommy. Any doubt in Tommy’s mind that Betts wasn’t consistently thinking of him was dismissed. Elizabeth Good morning, my love. I hate waking up on dry sheets. Tommy I’ll remedy that situation when you get home. Elizabeth I can’t wait. I want you so much. At 10:30, another message arrived. Elizabeth I’ve been thinking about you. My panties are wet! Tommy Take the...
As the car slowed, chugging over the rails, a garbled announcement came over the speakers notifying the passengers of the station they had just pulled into. I grabbed my tote from where it was sitting at my feet and stood, stumbling slightly in my heels as we abruptly stopped moving. I caught myself on a pole and looked up to see a man sitting across from me staring at my bare legs. He was hot and I definitely didn’t mind...
I logged onto the chat site, already a little aroused. In just a matter of a few months, 321sexchat had really changed my life -- for the better. I had no idea that things were going to get even more exciting in a short time. As usual I clicked into the lesbian chatroom first, wanting to say hello to my favorite girls and see if there was anyone interested in private messaging. There were a few messages already waiting in...
I sit here, on my side of the screen, imagining what you do on your side of the screen. I mention real life often but treat you like a fantasy. You are real, and we discuss any number of things, not always sexual. I do react to your words, my body reacts to your words. Therefore, there is a factor of reality in every chat. Do you imagine what I am doing? Do you see me playing with my hair? Do you imagine me naked when I...
A pound of apples and satsumas; half-a-pound of carrots and onions; a cauliflower and a bag of potatoes please, Joey.” Zoe Cooke stood shivering on the pavement in front of me. She was buttoned up against the elements in a huge red duffle coat. It was indeed freezing cold and business was slow. It was one of those days where you could easily pack up and admit defeat. In fact, I think it would have been a relief. But life...
