“Skål!” Niels Sørensen toasted his hosts, and they all downed a shot of akvavit. “Mercy me, that’s different!” Delilah laughed. “Is that caraway?” “By golly, I believe it is,” her husband Harvey replied. The Davenports had invited Niels to their apartment for farewell drinks; he was a visiting professor at Columbia University specializing in the history of Nordic Languages and was due to return to Denmark now that the aca...

As Martin prepared to walk the final few steps to reach home, the call to close the door to the world seemed loud. Things weren't that bad, he just felt stuck in a rut and the loneliness didn't help either. "Get out!" Martin spun around. It was his neighbour, Kathy, who had shattered the peace, her orders seeing four men walk sheepishly away. Martin and Kathy spoke occasionally, refuse collection, postal deliveries and lo...

I got a call early this morning. A young woman named Meg needed a quote to paint her parents' beach house she was staying at while she attended nursing school. I pulled up to the small, weathered beach house in my truck. I knocked on the door and a gorgeous young brunette greeted me. She was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. She had nice, firm tits and a knockout ass. "Hey Meg. I am Mac. You called me to come give an e...

The next day I could not wait for Arthur to collect me; I was so excited. My imagination was buzzing with hopes for the day ahead. I found myself unable to watch Danielle serve; somehow I felt wrong after seeing the pictures. Finally, I waved my parents away and sat in the car park looking out for Arthur. Arthur arrived after about a half hour, and he got me to sit in the back seat while he went inside. Ten minutes later,...

Susan sat across from her husband, Mark, in their quiet suburban home, the scent of roast chicken and garlic mashed potatoes filling the air. The TV droned on in the background, the evening news recounting the mundane events of the day. She poked at her food, her thoughts wandering to the conference she had attended the week before. Bradley McAllister. High school Bradley McAllister. The Bradley McAllister who had once be...

Helen frowned. Her father was pacing nervously. "Don't worry, Dad," she said to get him to stay still. "You know we're both top of the class. I doubt our grades are in much doubt." Inwardly, she wasn't so sure. She knew she'd fluffed a couple of questions and was nervous. But her father visibly relaxed and stopped pacing up and down the kitchen. Her best friend Kim - who was here so they could share their anxiety - looked...

Kim slouched comfortably in the armchair in the corner of Helen's bedroom and started chatting merrily. She seemed far more relaxed than Helen remembered her ever seeing her. Helen was pleased that the buxom Japanese teenager wore the same clingy and exceptionally skimpy sailor's suit as she'd worn the previous week - a far cry from the loose, baggy clothes she usually wore. This outfit suited her, showing off her slim fi...

My phone buzzed. When I picked it up, it was Kimiko, my daughter's best friend, who I had fucked the previous week, much to my daughter's disapproval. But I was unrepentant. Kim was lovely; slim, Japanese with enormous tits and a fabulous hairy pussy. The girl was just eighteen and inexperienced; I had loved fucking her perfect young body. "Do you want to come over?" she asked. "Everyone is away." I hesitated momentarily...

“Hi, Andy, I’m home!” I throw my bag down, and my jacket soon follows. Fucking typical, for once I get home early and he’s gone out. I glance briefly into his office, but he’s not there. But as I climb the stairs, I am conscious someone is in our bedroom. “Hello?” I say, pushing the door open. What the fuck! “Oh, shit, fuck,” and the person in stockings and heels, with a black basque and matching panties, runs for the en-...