That week I started my part-time job behind the counter of an Italian bakery. I had to put on my uniform at home. It consisted of a light-green dress, a round hat of the same color, and a white apron. Since I had to be on my feet so much, I wore sneakers and ankle socks. They had excellent bread there, and I was given some to take home. The pastries were great too, but I limited myself to one cannoli per week. On my third...

Pyrmont, 26 July (cont.) I release her from the ropes and retrieve the plug; wash the sweat from her skin with a warm cloth. Traces left by the rope and the rest of her exhausted body, I massage with healing oil. She earned it. It had been wonderful to witness her surrender to lust without reservation. A surrender I unleashed in her, rewarding me with a cerebral orgasm. I succeeded, despite her inexperience and the fear t...

Under my orders, Tiffany, my sluttiest ex-girlfriend, had been fucking my boss for the past two months. Every morning, after she’d gotten her brains fucked out, she’d call and gave me all the sweaty details. Sometimes, she’d even let me listen while DeAngelo fucked her brains out. With every imaginary orgasm DeAngelo gave me, I unleashed more of my sluttiness. My husband, Oliver, loved my slutty behavior at home, but he d...

Now all of you know how much of an exhibitionist I am. I love showing off my body and James loves it too. For about six months now we've been slowly teasing James's best friend, Dean. We've been sending him sexy pictures of me over snapchat. They went from me in a bikini or a singlet with no bra to naked but with my nipples or pussy covered. We finally decided to take it up a notch and meet him in person and have me model...

Chapter Twenty-Three - Laura with Dan, Plus Artsy Dan answered the telephone in the middle of the third ring: Hi Baby, I am just calling to confirm my travel plans . . . Yes, I am still on the red eye . . . I will see you Thursday morning before you go to work . . . I love you too, Baby. Save a kiss for me and maybe a little bit more. Bye bye. The red eye flight that carried Laura home from San Francisco left on time and...

Asakusa is an area of traditional Tokyo dominated by a huge Buddhist temple dedicated to Kannon, the Buddhist deity of mercy. The avenue leading from the Thunder Gate on the main road to the plaza before the temple is lined with traditional shops. Eighteenth-century prints by Hiroshige show that it has changed very little—though in his time I doubt if there were shops selling sexy clothes for tarts and bargirls—or for gir...

My wife and I recently bought a convertible. It’s hard to believe that a car can change your sex life, but it can! I now wonder why automakers don’t sell a lot more ragtops.Zoe and I are a middle-aged couple living in London. Years ago, following the death of Zoe’s parents, we inherited a small holiday home in rural France. The surrounding countryside is beautiful: rolling hills, fields of sunflowers during summers and pi...

In France they called her La belle de nouveau époch. In Rome she was La bella biondina. There were other beautiful models, but none, who were so in demand as Zophie. At eighteen she had emerged during the flux and tumult of European political schism. Her face and her body represented the new era. She had been slower to woo the attention of the UK and United States, but even there she would soon make her mark. Zofie’s stor...