His hands were warm. Calloused. But once my wetness coated them, they were perfect. Strong. Diligent, just like his mind, just like him. Gil was a good worker. Efficient. I know it sounds like I’m describing some machine, or some automaton. But ever stop to wonder why so many women turn to machines to give them pleasure? Gil, unlike a machine, had a compassionate heart, a shrewd mind, soulful dark eyes, and a sexy accent....

I am a sixty-three-year-old man with a bald head and a beer belly. In short, I'm an ugly old fart. But the most attractive and desirable women from all over the country come to me and sleep with me. Moreover, I am paid excellently for this. But first things first. Until the age of fifty-nine, I had led a pretty average life. My job as an accountant bored me more and more every year. But it was another seven long years unt...

My name is Dr. Reginald  Alexander Ghurtholtz. I am a monsterologist, teaching monsterology at the world-famous Graveyard University. For those of you who don't know, monsterology is the study of monsters. Yes, they do exist. Of course, my so-called scientific colleagues disagree with me, but what do they know? They're just a bunch of chemists, biologists, zoologists and so forth. You know... voodoo scientists. They actua...

With its romantic arches and ancient red brick walls and ceilings, it was the perfect cosy hideaway for our illicit trysts. The Dulham Laboratory just outside Axford had been built on the site of an old stately home that had been destroyed in a horrendous fire in the 1930s. During demolition the original cellars of an earlier building had been discovered and they were kept because of their historical significance. As I la...

Karen and I enjoyed the snacks and a bottle of a good white wine. We took a nice long shower together. She has such a tight firm body; I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Especially her ass! So round and ripe! I was facing her and grabbing her ass, pulling her body close to mine and kissing her deeply Kissing me back with a searching tongue, Karen grabbed my dick, squeezing it with a gentle twisting action that quickly brou...

Once Steve left the kitchen to start his second load of laundry, I finished opening the wine bottle and poured out a glass for each of us. Torpe that I am, I was afraid that I would spill something if I tried to take everything into the living room altogether, so I started with the wine and placed the glasses at the near end of the coffee table in front of the sofa. While walking back into the kitchen, I listened for Stev...

  I leaned on the sofa arm, stretched across Steve, and picked up the remote. I twisted around and turned the TV on. "Here you go, Steve." I handed him the remote. "While I get changed, you can find something to watch, if you want."Finding the right dress-up clothes to do my laundry was going to be interesting. I never dress up to do my laundry. Hmm. I pulled my telltale slacks off and tossed them in the laundry hamper, t...

Ben arrived ten minutes late. He looked up at the sheer glass façade of Whorton Hall. It was four stories high, but seemed taller, reflecting white clouds and sky blue. The building was the newest on the Clinton State campus, and housed the College of Health and Nursing. Ben shrugged his backpack back over his shoulder, picked up his skateboard, and pushed through the glass revolving door.Inside the building was light gre...

Nathan sat in a booth across from Emily in the warm dimness of a local pub and smiled at her. She scowled back. "If you were expecting to fuck me tonight, you can forget it." She was wearing a black leather jacket over a red and white striped tank top and frayed denim shorts. The jacket had slipped off her right shoulder. She left it that way."What I expect," he said, his smile only fading a little, "is an intelligent con...