Shannon sips her wine. She is reclining on the couch in front of the picture window. Her only attire is the tattoo on her upper right arm. Huge, soft breasts lay bare against her belly. Full, soft lips are just visible below her waxed pubic mound. Each week we do this play. Shannon strips naked. I watch, lusting for her body. When she decides it is time, Shannon allows me to join her. There, she slakes both her lust and m...

Nomax shifted his weight, Tabby sitting before him, though she was only drinking a soft drink, something fizzy and sweet. He knew what it was as she’d let him try a bit and some part of the canine anthro had wondered just how it would have tasted if coming from her lips. But that thought had made him feel all hot and bothered under his fur when he was not sure that he should have been thinking about the woman before him i...

Methinks I have mentioned from time to time the existence of The Little Sketching Group (LSG). The LSG was formed when I was eighteen, in the spring before covid hit, by my photographer friend Harry and consists mostly of older males and a few females, many of whom are customers of Harry's photography business. The LSG was seen to be necessary because, though the local art galleries provide some opportunities for sketchin...

I’d been eyeing Melanie at work for a few weeks.  She was a new employee at our software development firm, a computer programmer, as am I.  I’d chatted a little with her, but hadn’t yet worked up the courage to ask her out.  I’ve always been very shy.  It didn’t help that she is so beautiful.  Tall, blond hair, hazel eyes, with a firm, full athlete’s body.  And a lovely face and smile. It’s embarrassing to admit, but too...

Sunday, mid-summer, 2017, the year I turned sixteen. Our first day back from The Netherlands. I had spent the last two weeks working at the BDSM club in Amsterdam and it seemed strange to think I couldn't head back out to work again tonight. I woke at 4:30AM and lay in bed for a while. I heard my father head downstairs and got up to make him breakfast. He was going surf casting and I happily accepted his invitation to go...

That afternoon I couldn’t wait for school to end. The last class was RE which always bored me to death. I sat through the forty-five minutes fantasizing about my favourite cousin and seeing her undress. In my imagination, it started as a game of ‘Show me yours and I’ll show you mine but somehow it developed into us being caught by the cleaning lady. Instead of yelling at us and throwing me out of the house, she told us bo...

My best friend is wanted at the end of a rope for murder. I got the poster that says so right here.   Gonna hang at high noon in a few minutes, if I don’t do something about it. However, I got another best friend; at one minute to twelve she comes out of the hotel naked.   Everybody watches her big tits swing in the wind and her fat, bearded belly, roll. Everybody thinking, I’d like a piece of that pie.   Meanwhile, at th...

The contest began innocently enough, as I guess all such things usually do.  Friendly competition between friends.  Who’s fastest, who is smarter, who is more skilled at some silly game.  But the consequences of a challenge cannot be foreseen.  And winning and losing is an illusion.  Sometimes one wins by losing.  Sometimes there are no losers.  Sarah and I (I’m Jonathan) had been married for seven years.  Our best friend...

Holly was naked. I stood in the doorway of my home office, momentarily entranced by the sight. My goddaughter looked back at me from the bathroom doorway. Her expression looked a bit like a deer caught in headlights. I ducked back into the office and shut the door. The bathroom door slammed shut as well. “It’s okay. I’m in the office with the door closed,” I called out. “Thank you,” Holly responded. There was a flurry of...