The nametag told them the waitress’s name was Faith, and to the side of the nametag her nipple was moving like a thing alive, with a mind all its own. It stood erect an inch away from the hem of the very green halter top of her elf costume. They watched Faith give their order to the bartender. The woman reached out and touched her husband high on the leg, inches away from his languorous cock. The waitress was his type: pe...

"Oh, one of your memorable eye-watering farts, Biscuit. A lovely Christmas present," Marcus said, looking at his dog. Although it was Christmas Day, Biscuit wasn't cutting his master slack. He wanted his walk, and he wanted it immediately, especially as it was light now. Marcus took Biscuit up to the park. Everyone still needed a walk, whatever day of the week it was, and Marcus at least felt he'd ticked the human contact...

I met Mike, and then Laura, on Lush. We been part of a shared group for a while, exchanged the odd comment, and through the questions we both posed and the answer give, we were sort of getting to know each other. Well, as much as you can in an anonymous online space. I had checked out their profiles from time to time. They linked to each other, noting that they were a long term couples, listed themselves as straight; they...

The next day, Thursday, was another glorious day for the time of year. My lusty friends and I spent most of the day outdoors, only going inside to shop or to a café for lunch or a snack. We took the harbour ferry and explored some of the shops near the terminal, including another lingerie shop where we all bought new clothes to sleep in, much nicer, more alluring clothes than I already owned. “Not that we’ll make much use...

We must be quiet now, my wife. I beg of you to hold your tongue. The shore is distant, true, yet I urge you, do be still. No, not even a whisper, please. Your words will skip upon the moonlit lake and surely pierce her ears. Our boldness must be mute, you see? The creature’s made of skittish grain, the stories all agree. Take heed to hush. Your voice will scare her is what I fear. Why take the risk? Why take the chance? I...

Paul, my husband, and I will travel to the States to visit an old friend of his. As we pack up the car, he proposes we make this time a little more than just a visit, and let’s have outside-the-box fun. I could bring along some of my sexy clothes and toys. That ruined my surprise; I had already packed them. Paul tells how they had been inseparable, but his buddy got moved away for a job and later married; distance and tim...

“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...

Where to begin? I should start by telling you my name, Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. I have been married to my loving husband, Oscar, for ten years. We go through ups and downs like most couples, but we are like two peas in a pod most of the time. We started having poker nights three years ago. It is a mixture of different friends and coworkers. We do this once a month and sometimes have as many as twelve people. O...