"Can I sit here?" she asked, on looking for an available seat on the overnight bus, after another week spent working down South. He beckoned to her to sit down, to confirm the seat was unoccupied. Once she had taken her seat, she unpacked her laptop from her weekend bag, whilst feeling relieved that she could unwind at last.. When she had enquired about the seat, he had been checking emails, something he returned to doing...

I stumble upon him, In a private room. Only him and one other, A friend, I first presumed. Quietly I watch, Having not yet been seen. Not knowing what to do, I wait, To see if he’ll come out clean. His hand moves up another’s thigh, With every finger stroke. “You’re so fucking hot,” he tells her, And with that, my heart was broke. You see, I’ve known this man for quite some time, A relationship of sorts. But we’re guilty...

I’ll never bring her roses damasked, white or red, Nor watch her blush responding to my kiss; And never will I take my girl to bed For night of love and passion, dream and bliss. I’ll never have her tremble in my arms I'll never smell or taste her oozing charms; And never will entangled in embrace Her thighs could quiver cumming on my face. And never will I watch her darkened eyes When whimpering and begging in her need S...

As planned, Anna had called me (somewhat nervously) when her final wedding date was settled, some three or four weeks after our first encounter online. It was a rather strange experience to speak directly with her now, after what had happened before, when her friends had acted as intermediaries in every way. I didn't feel that I knew her at all and I'm sure she felt the same. I think it had probably taken some courage (an...

As the soft glow of the computer screen lit up her face, Emily's fingers danced across the keyboard. It was late, well past her bedtime, but she couldn't help herself; she so missed her nighttime chats with her boyfriend, Jason. He was away at football camp, and she missed him terribly. Little did she know that her late-night conversation would take a turn she never could have anticipated. Unbeknownst to Jason, his father...

I was about to close a huge and heavy chapter of my life. But it has been pointed out to me that before I skip away into the tangerine sunset of my new life, there are a few issues that probably need addressing. (And I'm not talking about my body hang-ups). And who’s better for that purpose, than one’s favourite ex-personal trainer. This story started as a fun flash, but as usual, grew to something much much bigger. I hop...

If you frequented free online sex chatrooms many years ago, chances are you saw me. I was one of the many individuals seeking thrills and excitement in the virtual world. It was a time when anonymity still allowed people to explore their desires and fantasies without judgment or consequences, or so I thought. Wanting to remain an anonymous participant, I would only use sites where I could create a username without reveali...

Her red-nailed fingers rub her clit as we watch each other on camera, and she thrusts her vibrator into her dripping cunt. "Can I cum?" A desperate plea escapes my lips as his cock pounds into me while I'm on all fours, but Sir refuses to grant permission. Looking at the camera, I beg her. "I like it when she begs," she moans. "Me too," he says, thrusting harder, faster. After several minutes of sweet agony, he commands,...

*** Acousticophilia is defined as being sexually aroused by any auditory stimulus (including music, songs, poetry, verbal abuse, speaking in a particular foreign language, screaming, panting, moaning, groaning, and heavy breathing). *** Was it just yesterday? We talked on the phone for the first time and I heard your sweet voice just then, making out your exotic accent? Us laughing and giggling over the first awkward minu...