He was sitting in the bar. Just an average bar on a normal Tuesday evening. He didn't drink, but he enjoyed people watching. He loved being around humanity while also being invisible. Often, he would go out at night, find the busiest bar he could, grab a table, order a meal, and sit and read, while surreptitiously watching those who came in to meet friends, drink, celebrate, socialize, get silly, all like a living carouse...

Lacy has been sleeping on our couch for a week now. She is my wife's former student whom she taught in high school. We had her over often while she was in school, as her home life was not ideal. Once, when she was seventeen, I was stepping out of the shower naked, and she was sitting on the toilet peeing. Her pants and panties were around her ankles. She trimmed her brown bush into a small triangle. She stared at my flacc...

Mrs. Abbott led me up the long, semi-circular staircase, and I got an even better view of her stunning ass as it swayed and jiggled in front of my eyes. Even though Mrs. Abbott had made it fairly clear earlier in her proposal of an ‘apology blowjob’ that only her mouth and tits were on offer, I just couldn’t help but reach out and grab that gorgeous ass. She looked over her shoulder at me, grinning, but said nothing, so I...

“Come on, Ali, you can’t hide in your room for ever.” Alison swept her long blonde hair back from her face and stared up at her flatmates, Debbie and Sarah. “Fine,” she agreed. “I’ll come out for one.” “That’s my girl,” Sarah laughed as she grabbed Alison’s hand and pulled her up from her chair. “You’ve been studying too hard. You need to relax and let go every once in a while.” Alison nodded. Ever since her boyfriend of...

Tony tucked his deflated and tired member back into his shorts. He was running out of clean boxers. It was a good thing there was a load of clothes in the laundry, or he would have had to go commando. Then there wouldn't be any way to hide his hard-on that seemed to have become a regular thing around his daughter. They exited the master bathroom together, his arm over her shoulders, her leaning into him, and both of them...

It was one of those blistering summer afternoons where the air itself feels thick and lazy. I’d just finished a tall glass of chilled rosé, the alcohol humming pleasantly in my veins, when I decided the deck was calling my name. I let my silk robe slide off my shoulders, draped it over a chair, and walked outside completely naked. No towel, no bikini, no tan lines allowed. The sun hit my skin like warm hands, and I sighed...

Chapter One. London. February 1777 Good day. Let me introduce myself. My name is George H. DeMontford. I am the educated son of a duke with distant family connections to the Crown. My manners are impeccable, and I am a member of several notable clubs and societies in London, including the Literary Club. And yes, I am a Gentleman. I consider the splendid, sprawling metropolis of London to be my spiritual and intellectual h...

Time. One word, four letters, an enigma and a conundrum. Something that you either never contemplate or allow it to blow your mind trying. There are so many books on the subject telling you that you cannot do this or that, that you cannot travel in time. There are just too many controversial theories of time and space. But not for Isabella. She understands it. She was born understanding it. It’s second nature to her, just...