The late-morning sun pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp, accusatory lines across his desk. Derrick, tall and broad-shouldered, reclined in his leather chair, draped in a bespoke navy suit. His deep mahogany skin contrasted sharply against the crisp white of his shirt while his fingers drummed a restless rhythm across the desk. Sometimes, those fingers stroked his beard, a subtle gesture betraying...

Tabatha and Andy were highschool sweethearts and married for six years. Tabatha loved Andy very much, but it felt like lately they were drifting apart. He was coming home later every night, usually smelling of alcohol, and would often get very defensive when she asked where he'd been. To top it off, they hadn't had sex for months. At first, she thought he was cheating on her, but as she began to investigate she realized h...

“To be honest, yes, he was often naughty as a child. Don’t get me wrong; he was always very sweet. It’s just that he was incorrigible in many ways, just asking for a spanking. Especially after his father left us... “ Johnny’s mother shook her head. “I had to spank him almost every day.” She paused, “Well, until he was sixteen.” She picked up her glass and drained it of the remaining wine. “What happened? Did he start beha...

"Oh, Oliver, this stuffy old school gives me the creeps," said Dorothy to her handsome husband, the new schoolmaster of the dreaded upper sixth. Oliver agreed with his beautiful wife, "It is a bit old-fashioned, Dorothy, rigidly maintaining the 'traditional' school values, as everyone keeps endlessly repeating." They were alone now in the school master's quarters after spending a tiring day being shown around the ancient...

Early retirement hadn't turned out to be the idyll either of them expected. Buddy had sold his business back in February and Sheila had had enough. For six months she had put up with his lazy-assed, fucked-up, king-of-the-hill attitude. It wasn’t just that she wasn’t used his always being underfoot. The fact is, there had never been more than a few waking hours a week when he wasn’t at work; all the years they had kids at...

He walked into his regular coffee shop ready for the normal morning relaxation. It was full of women fresh from their early workouts at the nearby gym as well as the regular patrons dotted around the two areas. In front of him, in the queue, was a chatty blonde woman in black and white patterned cigar pants with the obligatory rucksack on her shoulders. She took what looked to be a flat white and a tea cake and made her w...

I open the eye not cum-glued shut and scream, spying the flesh-filled ghost. What the… Flashbacks hit me. Bourbon. Barbie’s bountiful breasts. Bourbon. Costumed cocksuckers. The ghost floats higher as delicious details materialize. My duplicated vampire costume had enabled my masked cheating at the hotel’s ball. Still fuzzy, but… witches! Three in our hotel room with nipples pointed at me. Pussies flooded my face. Siphone...