Anna sank deeper into the warm, bubbly water, her long blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. The warm glow of candles flickered softly while rose petals floating around her released their subtle scent into the air. It was the perfect oasis, and Anna felt her tension melting away with each passing moment. As she closed her eyes, she sensed movement behind her. She opened them to find Linda walking in...

People watching is hard to beat. Take that couple across the street from Café Charlot where I sit enjoying the last fingers of Parisian sun casting long shadows along Rue de Bretagne. They're dressed up, probably for the theatre. Polo shirt and slacks. Evening gown. Drink and meal before the performance. A cocktail after. Then back to her place. They're young. Married. Likely to one another, but no guarantees. She's the m...

"Because." "That's good enough. I don't have to explain myself." "I prefer you this way. You're more manageable. Better behaved. Less selfish and more attentive to my needs, my wants and my desires." "Your wants aren't important. My wants are your wants. Yours are just animalistic carnal hard-wiring and we're both far too sophisticated to be reduced to rutting beasts." If I wanted a neanderthal you'd be wearing a fur posi...

“How did you get to his place?” “He picked me up from work, and we drove to his country house.” “He gave me a tour of his house and garden and then took me into the kitchen to share a light lunch. The lunch he served me was great, a nice salad with vegetables from his garden and a glass of cold Chardonnay. Before we sat down to eat, he kissed me long and deep. He brought his hands up to cup my breasts, and I could feel th...

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He stopped midway through applying the condom and looked at me like I was stupid. His expression said it all. “Save the condoms for fucking, babe,” I explained. “We’ve only got the three.” “I thought we were gonna fuck.” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “We are…but I thought I might bring you some relief, first. I’ll use my mouth if you promise to warn me when you cum this time. Or my...

"No, I'm not doing it."  "But dinkums."  "I'm not doing any more."  "Sweety-pie."  "Don't you dinkums and sweety-pie me, I've said 'No' and I mean it." "What's the matter? Didn't you enjoy yourself? You did get a nice Georgie Eliot helping hand and you definitely seemed to get into the Orpheus and Eurydice storyline. Wasn't that fun?"  "Do the words 'pathetic lyre-playing dickwad jerking on his cocklet' ring a bell?" "Oh...

"So you can't write dialogue." "Nope. Not at all. Rubbish at it." "Are you sure that it's can't and not don't?"  "Can't, don't. Six of one and half a dozen of the other. The stories are all me, me, me. No dialogue because there's rarely a second character. So, nobody to dialogue with."  "That sounds more like don't than can't to me."  "Maybe, but even when I do get a chance of some dialogue I usually find a way around it....

“You really like swinging that thing around, huh?” Emily laughed, looking down at Nina, who was laying back on the bed. Nina had her arms folded behind her head, as if she were relaxed, when in truth, she was anything but. The weight of what she was about to do (or, rather, have done to her) was pressing down on her. Emily still seemed to be carefree, though. “I do. It makes me feel like such a top. The epitome of femme d...

Her mind was frantic from the events of the day; everything and everyone pulling her in so many directions, and yet she felt unable to please anyone. This is a typical occurrence for a woman who craves the satisfaction of making others happy: she so often neglects her own pleasure. But, not tonight... She runs a hot bath, filled with her favorite lavender bubbles, and lets some relaxing music play as she climbs in. As she...

“You love the taste of cunt, don’t you?” Natasha remarked. Julie removed her tongue from the thick lips and folds of her lover’s vulva, and smiled at Natasha, a thin trail of saliva on her chin. “Yeah! Nothing beats it! It’s got the best taste in the world.” “And my pussy? How’s that compare?” “It’s good! Amongst the best. You’ve got a world class clit and I love the taste. No pussy-farts either!” “You don’t like a burst...

Taking a very short break from my original series, so I'll leave you all something to get horny over in the meantime! ;) "Why are you so miserable? Come on, tell me." "Well, I'm kinda peckish, but mostly 'cause I miss you." "Why do you text me so much?" "Because I just want to talk to you, even if only for a moment." "Why don't you call me instead?" "Because I never know what to say." "Why not?" "You make me nervous." "Hu...