“Oh my god! You cheeky bitches!” Jim whispered under his breath to his fiancée Helen, as she danced with her new best friend, Clara, winding Jim up, pretending to kiss her. Jim was frustrated, in every sense of the word. He’d had a horrendous day, after waking up at 5 am, his alarm cutting him off from a wonderfully exciting dream. The details had all long floated out of his memory, but he’d awoken with a clear picture bu...

Jess Woods and Ethan Parker grew up in the same small English village at opposite ends of the same street. They went to the same school, although Jess was in the top classes for all subjects. They went to the same church and even hung out with the same friends. But as fate would have it, they couldn't have been any more different in appearance and personality if they tried. Jess left school to go to college with top grade...

The kissing grew to groping as it did every night, but Berry was always vocal, he couldn’t help it. Waldyn broke the kiss enough to press a finger up to pacify Berry’s pouty frown. Then half rolled over to open the nightstand and pull out a shiny ball gag. The arousal that Berry felt made his green eyes go wide as he exhaled roughly. “How long have you been hiding that from me, Doughy?” He called him Doughy for his chubby...

I knew what he wanted from me when he asked what I was wearing to the theater. I rattled off a few options of things I knew were clean -- the jean shorts, the black capris -- and noticed when his eyes lit up at the mention of my pink skirt. “Well whatever you wear, don't forget a sweater. You know it's cold in there.” He’s so sweet. We sat in the back row, like always. And not only was I ready for him in the pink skirt, b...

“Two reasons.”“Tell me, Gretel."“For the snacks.”“And?”“My peacock costume.”“You didn’t come to this Halloween party to hang out with me?”“Monty, you happened to be here.”“I invited you!”“You did?”“Gretel, you’re the one who told me to wear this Donald Duck outfit.”“No pants, easy access.”“Yeah, if I were a real duck.”“You really have your penis inside me, Monty.”“Is this a good angle?”“Considering we’re humping in a walk...

It was a melancholy fuck; if there can be such a thing.  It was also intense and passionate. Ivy was on her back in her bed.  The little white silk robe she’d put on after her shower was wide open.  There was nothing modest about it anyway. The fabric couldn’t hide her big, bouncing tits as walked about the kitchen making breakfast.  I was amazed I had patience enough to finish my coffee and a bagel. It was Sunday morning...

October 2008 ************** Trouble was, I was afraid that Greg might turn out to be a bit of a knob. We knew each other from just being in the same crowd. He was a nice enough guy, but seemed a bit devoid of spark. When he repeatedly suggested going out sometime, I always made an excuse or invented a diary clash. To his credit he never gave up, he asked again a few weeks later. As it happened, I’d been invited to a party...

Shelly was sure the others were asleep by now. It had been at least twenty minutes since she'd heard a sound from anyone except for their soft breathing. Mike, beside her, was definitely out. He'd had quite a bit to drink, and after three years of marriage, she knew the rhythm and sound of his breathing when he was asleep. Shelly was enjoying the camping holiday with Brent and Debbie, but sleeping with another couple in t...

"So you got my text?" I so would have loved to see your face when your cell vibrated and your beautiful eyes fell upon the content. 'Central Library. 9pm.' I can only imagine the inquisitive raise of your eyebrow. I mean if it had been against any other name it would be a dead cert for a wrong number. But the thing is it was not a random number or name that flickered upon your cell screen. Innocuous to any prying innocent...

Super Bowl 2005 featured the defending champion New England Patriots taking on the Philadelphia Eagles. I decided to attend a house party hosted by Leah, a classmate of mine. A bunch of us prepared food and brought our special dishes over to her place. Add a little alcohol and some girls, and you have a real Super Bowl party. I was rooting for the Patriots. I hated Donovan McNabb and Terrell Owens. The girls cheered for N...

“Let’s try this one.” My feet were already aching as we entered the hundredth shop today. I turned to Amelia and sighed. “I know I suggested shopping but you never said it would turn into a marathon. I want to sit down! Can’t we have a coffee or something first?” Her face crumpled with disappointment before she smiled again, as if a light bulb had appeared above her head. “One more and then I’ll reward you. You can even c...

We had been hanging around her house all this weekend doing nothing. When I learned later that this was her graduation weekend, it became clear to me why she was acting so mysteriously. She felt that something important had to happen to her to punctuate her growing up and out of high-school. Her older sister, Bobbie, had been fucking my roommate for months now, taking off her clothes and sucking his cock at the drop of a...