Kiki, small, lithe, long-legged, with quick eyes, nice tits, and dirty-blond hair, had just walked into the room. A whiff of cigarette smoke followed her from her last smoke before walking into the house. Henderson did not like people smoking in his house. “Oh, Kiki! How good of you to come. Here, I’ve made you a drink.” the silver-haired, dapper man held out a crystal glass to her, with a double of her favorite drink, a daiquiri, made strong for the night ahead. He was partial to Scotch, himself. She was wearing a white sundress, cut low in the front so that her pale, veiny breasts were on display. The…

With thanks to my editors, Alianath Iriad and Lastman416, who saved me from quite a few errors. The end result is much better than it would have been otherwise. This story is dedicated to Deadduck, if he’s still out there. ***** – “Daniel!” My mother’s voice carried – down the stairs, through the closed door of my bedroom. She had powerful lungs. “Don’t forget your Physio appointment! Four o’clock!” I had to open the door before I called back – I just couldn’t compete in a shouting match. – “I know, Mom!” I glanced at the clock. High noon, on the dot. She knew my habits so well. Once upon…

Please note, dear reader, that Sophie likes her name to be pronounced with the accent on the second syllable. She prays you to keep this in mind when reading this story. You might even exercise it a couple of times before you start, she suggests 🙂 Sophie furthermore wishes you a pleasurable and exciting reading and so do I. Sometimes Sophie instructs me to be very patient and to restrain myself. I know that if I do, there will be a reward. She calls it a special treatment and has all kinds of them. The other day I went through a tantalizing experience. In Sophie’s favorite lingerie shop I watched…

It was warm and sticky outside today and as you arrive at home, you are thinking about soaking in a nice bath to soothe away the clammy dampness of this miserably humid summer day. Still, you are very much aware that the constant heat and moisture has left you feeling . . . a bit horny. Being all lathered up all day reminds you of hot, sweaty sex and you think about how nice it will be to rub yourself to a nice little climax in the privacy of your tub. But you notice right away that something at home is different. No one is supposed to be there, but…

its 7:15 and i’m awake. her hair is soft and in my ear and my thumb lightly rub rub up her forefinger. our hands are still clasped half under the sheet and together for so long, our palms are glued moist and warm. i listen to her breath in her sleep and she smells wonderful. and then she smells like motor oil. as i smile and begin to drift i squeeze her hand. and i love her. i think about the meat in her hand and how much i’d like a piece of ham. its 8:02 and i’m sweating. alarms are firing up my spine and into my brain and…

Right now, I’ve got Yasmin Hussein, my favorite Somali goddess on all fours, face down and ass up, and I’m worshipping her gorgeous, heart-shaped ass just like a real man should. And I’ve got my tongue buried so far up her asshole, you can’t tell where she ends and I begin. And you know what? That’s exactly how I like it. My name is Steve Salomon, a Haitian brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. And this is a story I’ve simply got to share with you. Ever since I first laid eyes on Yasmin Hussein while working overnight security at a building in downtown Ottawa, the tall and…

The Church of Gaea’s official policy was to respect all religions, as long as that respect was mutual. It was hard, however, to maintain a policy of respect when an Archbishop’s thunderous voice pronounced them a “Satanic sex cult, bile and wicked,” from the pulpit, and then posted the text of the whole sermon online. Sister Desiree didn’t object to the “sex cult” part, particularly, and the “wicked” she could live with, although the Church’s mission of healing and saving the planet seemed anything but. Still, “wicked” sounded delightfully naughty. But Satanic? And vile? That seemed unkind. Which was how she found herself sitting demurely on a chair in the…

Brian was going skiing for a few days and was getting ready to leave first thing in the morning. He was packing everything in his car, ticking off what he had. All seemed fine but something was missing if he could just recall what. Then he remembered. His ski wax. He’d run out and intended to buy more but had forgotten. Irritating but he could pick up some at the lodge. At a seriously inflated price, though, which was even more irritating. Then he remembered Andrew. He’d have some. He’d give him a call and see if he could borrow it. “No problems, mate,” was Andrew’s reply. “You won’t even…

Chapter 01: Melanie “Hey, Nick.” I looked up from where I was stacking my books, preparing to leave Economics class, and Melanie was standing by my desk. Melanie could have been a model, if you like them on the thin side. Maybe half an inch shorter than me, which would put her at 5′ 10″, slender without being gaunt, she had brown hair that fell midway down her back, intense brown eyes, and a serious expression. She was wearing low-rise jeans and a button-down shirt of some kind that left three inches of her stomach bare. The top three buttons were undone and I could see quite a lot of…

It was dinner in the officers’ mess and Andrea slyly handed Rob an envelope under the table. In the privacy of his cabin he opened the envelope to find an invitation to “A Party Girl’s Party Games Partied In Silence”. It was surprising, he thought, that the brassy 24-year-old girl who organised Bingo for cruise ship passengers would dream up such a theme, but Rob was ready to give anything a go for a night in with Andrea who was all froth and bubble. Later that night he arrived at her door to find a giant paper star yelling out her name. “Hell,” he said out loud, and knocked out…