Tucksford, The Laxton Arms, May 27th — We had no need to cast lots yester-eve to choose who should entertain after supper tonight. Almost as soon as the Cook had finished his tale of the Devil and the Lady, the widow Dame Elizabeth called out above the hubbub and general hilarity. "Dear friends," she said, "for that is what I must perforce call you now, there being none of my family left alive. The cook has regaled us wit...

(Mid 1990s) For many years I worked in the entertainment department of a theme park in Central Florida. It did not pay well at all, but it was great fun. My co-workers were all young adults, like me, all of us just wanting to have fun, while finding ourselves. The nature of our job allowed us to spend more time hanging out on break than actually working. We performed in a twenty-minute show four times a day, and finding w...

The following story is fiction. However, it is based on two events that took place when my wife and I visited Paris in 2012. There was an attractive couple in our hotel. I’ll call them Brett and Louise. One morning when I left the hotel to get some items for our lunch, I saw Louise being chatted up by a Frenchman. She was openly flirting with him and looked to be on the verge of leaving with the man when her husband appea...

The sun pouring in her bedroom window woke Rachel. She lay still for a moment, ascertaining how she was feeling. She fully expected there to be some discomfort from the alcohol and pot she had consumed the previous evening. But surprisingly, she felt great, better than she had felt in months. She leapt out of bed when she saw it was 7:20, realising she was starving. She moved to the shower, wanting to get to breakfast bef...

He wore only denim cutoffs and work boots, his powerful body slick with sweat; his shirt hung on the gate as he worked in my garden, oblivious to me watching from above. My mind on a flight of fantasy, touching myself, I was shocked when I opened my eyes only to find him now watching me! I hesitated, but then continued, turning to give him a better view. He smiled as he lowered his zipper, freeing his proud, rampant manho...

He opened my thighs as if it were the holy book. Kneeling down in grace to whisper a prayer in the language of his tongue. With kisses sweet as sacramental wine, he traveled down my body. Tasting the rose wet with sacred holy water. His hands calloused, moving with reverence as if he was handling holy bread. He entered the temple of my tangled limbs, I could feel the presence of the Divine. His name, a moan on my lips lik...

At around 7 p.m., Maria opened the French windows, hoping to let the sea breeze into her room. The night was cool and clear but so calm that she could clearly hear the gentle whoosh and splash of the waves on the beach a couple of blocks away. What she did let into the room was the delightful smell of white jasmine and gardenia. She reflected that the house had such a strong personality, that it felt like an old friend; w...

Gavin waited at his desk, eyes focused on the elevator doors and watched Tess step out. His heart jumped at the sight of her, and a rush of blood surged down between his legs while his stomach flipped and flopped. The red dress clung to her curves, the thin spaghetti straps barely keeping it on, and the matching heels added a few inches to her height. She tossed her reddish mane and her pouty lips, bright red, became a se...

Wendy perched on the window seat as she looked out through the round bedroom window. Like most days since turning sixteen, she was grumpy, but today she was also annoyed, having just been grounded by her mother. “Grounded,” she muttered to herself. “I am of age; too old to be grounded. It is not my fault that I have these sexual urges. I am not a young child anymore.” The weather was also not helping Wendy’s mood. Raindro...

This story takes place in between my two marriages, so around 1985 - a time in my life when I was going a bit crazy, chasing every piece of skirt that so much as smiled at me. My excuse is that I was trying to nullify the pain from my marriage breakup. Most of my old mates were married, so I was hanging out with Dennis, a mate I’d flatted with in London before my first marriage. One weekend in August, Dennis and I took of...

Nearing the pinnacle of sybaritic pleasure Their limbs moved in a mounting crescendo of craving For the final eruption of physical delight, Every nerve inflamed with hedonistic impulsion, Writhing and moaning in ultimate abandonment, Fucking and thrusting in the drive to consuming bliss. Head thrown back and a vivid scarlet flush of passion Suffusing the rippling flesh of her resplendent breasts, She was the first to surr...