My neighbours were going at it again and I wasn't missing it for the world. The tumbler is already upended in my grip against the joining wall, my ear jammed to its base as her escalating sighs of arousal filter through, almost as clearly as if I were in the room with them. I wish I was. My bedroom is dark, it's gone midnight and they noisily came back from a party in a taxi that needed a new fan belt. Once that had squea...

Sitting at the dining table, I tried ignoring the gritty feeling behind my eyeballs caused by the lack of sleep. Tiredness wasn't my only problem. Shame and stupidity are not good bedfellows at the best of times but I couldn't change the past. All I could do now was silently rue last night's decisions. oØo “Can Andrea sleep over tonight, Daniel? It is a Friday after all,” Shannon asked sweetly over dinner. Usually, her mo...

That single word, yes, was like a key unlocking a door. Stepping through that door would lead me deeper into this house, and closer to opportunities I'd only dreamed of. And of course, it would also bring me closer to Oliver in ways I couldn't possibly foresee. Placing a hand against the small of my back, he guided me out of the room. Now that we'd come to an agreement, he wore an easy smile. The guard who'd been told to...

I picked up the redheaded guy by his collar and carried him towards the door. My colleague, Harold, had control of the bearded dude and the fight was definitely over. The bartender, Lilian, gave us an appreciative glance as we rid the bar of the two troublemakers. To be honest, this was my favorite part of the job – pulling fights apart and tossing guys into the parking lot. I did it as often as I could. Well, second favo...

I sighed again. The initiation continued. I was desperate to rub myself to climax, as the wooden dildos worked inside me, the one only partly inside, revolving around the other, fully in me, stretching my cunnie in a circular motion. “This is torture,” I groaned. Looking to Chrissie. I pleaded, “rub me off Chrissie - please.” “Sorry teen slut,” she replied, “we have to torture you, it’s your initiation. “Each girl has it...

The sarong was damp with perspiration and sticking lewdly to her body, and Honor had wanted nothing more than to find the nearest shower, take it off and wash off the accumulation of sweat and bodily fluids on her skin. But the prospect of wearing the sarong back after showering was not very attractive, or practical - especially since Marq had not provided her with anything else to wear. Except that Bangkok was still hour...

“Well, alright,” Zoya laughed as she closed the door. It was late afternoon, and she’d just returned to the hotel room to find Emma and the boys lounging on the bed in their underwear. Liam looked a bit sheepish, as if he’d been caught doing something naughty. Nolan met her gaze confidently. Emma put down her phone and stretched, her apparent confidence in her toplessness only slightly betrayed by the flush blooming on he...

I could tell Gin was nervous. My wife sat on the couch beside Jeremy, and while he readily admired her black dress with its sweetheart neckline, she stared down at her hands clasped in her lap. Still, I saw a faint smile on her lips. She clearly enjoyed Jeremy's attention. Jeremy had been my best man when I married Gin almost ten years ago. We'd been friends since college, but he felt more like a brother to me. And tonigh...

She arrived at the Grand Imperial, and rode the elevator up to the sixteenth floor, sharing the lift along the way with two Asian gentlemen who made every effort to avoid staring at her bared mid-riff and obviously unrestrained breasts under her shirt, and a blonde business-suited woman who only made a perfunctory attempt. She opened the door to Suite 1615, heaving a sigh of relief at finding it quiet, unoccupied, the lig...

Back in 1995, I had my first sexual experience. I was eighteen at the time. She was a grown woman, about ten to fifteen years older than me. Where do I begin? Right after graduating high school, I delivered newspapers first thing in the morning. I mostly took the job as an opportunity to work out on my bike. I had another, better-paying job later on in the day, but the extra money was good and I was keeping in shape. Star...

The next morning, I was awakened by the kiss Arthur planted on my forehead. "Good morning, sweetheart," he whispered. Still half-asleep, I mumbled something unintelligible in reply. "I have to get ready for work," he went on. I immediately started to stir, for I figured he wanted me out of his house by the time he needed to leave. But he stopped me from sitting up. "Get some more sleep. Later on, when you're hungry, help...