Carole managed to avoid her next-door neighbour for the next few days. She kept an eye out for him and only went outside when he wasn't around. She wasn't working today and was home alone. The heatwave was mostly over, and though it was still warm, it wasn't uncomfortable like it had been. Fresh from the shower Carole stood in her bedroom wearing just a pair of light gray sweatpants. She bent over, throwing her dark red w...

The food was delicious, and the wine really hit the mark while we talked. Our chat had jumped from lustful dirty talk to questions about what I planned on doing next, now that I’d left college. My dad had offered me a job at his company, but I was unsure if I wanted to do that, knowing he’d be my boss. “Well, you’re still young, my darling, and there’s no mad rush to choose a career path just yet. I would offer you some w...

I slowly exhale. Lips pursed directing the long cool draft hat escapes my mouth. Delighted by the result, I quietly fill my lungs and repeat the process. This time, I allow my head to bob slightly up and down. Again, the result is instantaneous and so pleasing to the eye. Just one more, I decide, maybe a little harder. I blow again, slowly releasing the longest coolest stream yet. I watch in fascination as the delicate br...

Tied to the bed, her husband’s cock stood at full attention, Amy ran her fingertips across his thighs. She let out a little giggle as his cock twitched in the air when she touched his balls. Amy enjoyed the tease. She loved seeing him squirm under her touch.  Amy lowered her head and began flicking her tongue around the crown of her husband’s rigid member. She always felt her naughtiest in the middle of the afternoon, and...

We were just about to go on stage for the final scene of the final performance of _____. It was a community theatre piece, written by my co-star, Jackson. It was a two-hander, just me and him onstage for about an hour. He played a crooked cop determined to put my character – a troubled but mostly-innocent young man -- behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit. There was a short break while Jason, the stagehand, changed the...

"Holy fuck," Clint muttered. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about her. His friend’s 18-year-old daughter, Porsche, was hot as fuck and had a body that any man would want to claim and he was no different. He spent most Sundays at his friend’s house to watch the race on TV but in reality, he sat in a position where he could watch his friend’s daughter in the pool. She was a swimmer and he wa...

Picture my slut: she is a tiny woman, with red hair and green eyes. She wouldn’t probably call them green. She’d have some other fancier name for them. I would just call them beautiful. Truth is like that; simple. It’s simple like the color green, the same color of the grass in the yards we passed through the neighborhood on the way out to the store. The air is cool, as is the skin of her thigh against my hand. Her thigh...

NOTE: This is a companion piece to 'Alone in the dark', which I recommend reading first.***You're alone in the dark until I enter.I open the door as little as possible, so there's not enough light to see you, and I close it quickly.I stand there silently, giving my eyes time to adjust until I can see the discreet glowing stickers placed on the frame you are strapped to. There are just enough of them that I can orient myse...

I'm alone in the dark.I'm bent over a wooden frame, a padded leather block supporting my hips, another under my shoulders and upper chest. My arms are stretched out ahead of me, my wrists secured to a post. My legs are spread, and my ankles shackled to the frame. I'm wearing just a plain white bra and panties.I'm not sure how long I've been here. Two, maybe three hours. Plenty of time to think about what might happen, who...

“That’s one pound fifty change, and your band. Pool closes in twenty-five minutes.” “Do I need to wear this?” The receptionist had given me a blue band such as one would receive at a gig. “Yes, the lifeguard will need to see it,” she replied. The receptionist was a petite girl, blonde hair sitting on her shoulders, wearing the supplied blue polo shirt all the staff wore. For a petite girl she had an impressive cleavage, p...

Part 4 Once in the car I reach to the dashboard GPS and enter an address. I don’t tell you what’s at the address or where it is, but rather just tell you to follow the directions. The directions will lead us to a hotel in the city. It’s a nice elegant suite with a view of the lights of the city. I know this evening will end soon but I’ve rented the suite for the weekend, plenty of time for additional fooling around. As we...