"If you guess the title of this song, I'll eat your pussy every day for two years straight," Sir says as some old rock music plays on the radio. I try to figure it out from the lyrics. It's impossible, so I give up after three failed attempts. "It's time to educate yourself on good music instead of that crappy mainstream stuff you always have on," he chuckles. Since my phone is connected to his car's Bluetooth, I search f...

"You were right," I say to Sir. "I always am," he replies, grinning. "What about?" "That writing erotica every day for hours is just like watching porn; at some point, you just become numb and need to distance yourself to be able to feel aroused and write again." "And me not fucking you every five minutes also helps. If I give it to you whenever you want, you are too satiated to be creative." "So you are edging me to help...

"You ever think about the ultimate adrenaline rush?" I asked him as we navigated the bustling street. "Imagine renting a motorbike and weaving through this chaos, trying to stay in one piece." His gaze burned with a seductive intensity. "You want to know what would really get me pumped?" he teased, his lips curling into a devilish smile. "If I dared you to take my cock in your mouth right here, where everyone can see us."...

"What are you typing away at?" Sir inquires. "Just a little story about us for the Unleashed competition," I say, flashing him a grin. "Starring me again?" He pretends to sigh and shakes his head, but I can tell he's secretly pleased. "Most men would feel pretty special being a constant source of inspiration for someone," I tease. "Oh, is that so?" he smirks. "Bedroom. Now. I'll give you some real inspiration." Well, that...

I love this game we're playing, to read the words you're saying. Hear the ping, see the sticker. Now you sent me a picture. A pic that makes me squirm, I press my butt down firm. Feeling wet and tender, typing back with fingers slender. One trembling hand begins to descend. I don't understand that pull, but I know I want to feel so full. I know you'd barely fit. “Show me your juicy desire!” I comply and admire Your persis...

“Ahem!” I was taking lunch at my desk, checking e-mails. The office was usually empty this time of day, so I was surprised when I looked up to see Sue Hanson standing in the door to my office. She was wearing a teal wrap dress that did everything to accentuate her long, fit legs and firm breasts. Which, as I looked closer, appeared to be unencumbered by any undergarment; mostly because the silky material did nothing to hi...

The bar door crashes open and the juke box music floods into the darkening street beyond. A weary Grant Oliver walks up to the bar stool, announces his arrival with the hard hitting helmet that crashes on the bar. His thick coat thrown on top of it to make sure it stayed there. The bartender glances at the man climbing onto the stool out of the corner of his eye as he proceeds to polish the glasses; one by one, inch by in...