“Laura, are you sure this new restaurant is alright?” I asked.It was February 14th, Valentine’s night, but we had failed to book early enough to get into our normal eating haunts. There was not a chance of us getting in anywhere popular, especially as this year Valentine’s Day fell on a Friday.“Greg, it was the only place that was still taking reservations. Next time; you book, as you promised to do!”Laura, my beautiful wife of ten years, was quietly reminding me that I had forgotten the one thing she had asked me to do. Book a restaurant for Valentine’s night, so I could take her out for a romantic candlelight…

Miles pulls into his partner’s drive, knowing Sara will be home alone with her husband out of town on business.He sees Sara and calls out, “Hey, mouse.”Sara turns and waits at the front door, wondering what he wants.He smiles and asks to come inside, having some papers to drop off. Once inside, he stares into Sara’s eyes and then aggressively kisses her, putting his tongue down her throat, intertwining his with hers.Surprising Sara with his forwardness, she stands frozen in shock. Then, remembering their elevator ride and being on her knees giving Miles a blow job, she recalls that her husband told her she was his little mouse, which gave…

Dawn and I had been seeing each other regularly for about a month. The sex was amazing and she was an eager and willing student, wanting to try every method, position and fetish possible, since she had never had sex with a man before. We shared plenty in common, besides our sexual libidos, which made spending time together a pleasant experience. We enjoyed going out and doing things that new couples do together, such as going to the movies, eating out and going to the dance clubs. It was one particular Friday night that she wanted to go to a new dance club that she had heard about on the…

Every cell in my body ached to watch her cum with another man. The ecstasy of seeing her eyes close, body trembling, and sultry voice call out when her pleasure became too much to bear. It became an addiction for me. When I couldn’t watch I begged her to recount her experiences with other men. Lying in bed together Stephanie would stroke my cock as she told me about someone else. It was nearly a nightly ritual. I was filled with an indescribable level of both jealousy and arousal as she told me about a different or better cock fucking her to climax. It only fueled my passion for her.Simply,…

“Hello, Agnes.”Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her vegetable garden. It was the spirit of Burt, Mayor of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. He was shirtless. Her hands were soiled with dirt. “Hello, Burt,” she answered. “Welcome!” She stood up, brushed strands of light brown hair out of her eyes, rubbed her hands together to clean off the dirt, and walked over to where Burt was standing at the edge of the garden. Sweat streaked her cheeks.“Melody tells me you’re doing great. I came out to see for myself.” Melody was Burt’s buxom and…

Chapter Two: Later Saturday Lunch was served on a long table on the broad porch at the back of the house overlooking Gloucester’s outer harbor, the town itself rising from the shore beyond the inner harbor on the other side of the stretch of water. The sailboat the young men were going to take out later–practicing collegiate sailing being the reason they were here this weekend–rocked gently at the dock beyond the slab of smooth rock running down to the shoreline. Most of those present for the weekend were paired off on wicker settees at the other end of the porch, waiting for Eva, the housekeeper, to finish setting the…

I hadn’t seen much of Emily again for a few weeks, knowing she keeps fit and goes to the local park run, (I am not fit in any sense of the word, I can’t run more than a few hundred metres, so good on her!) I have been keeping a bit of an eye out for her. I have seen her leaving or returning from these runs, but she does also nip cross country, so see her boyfriend. So, that Saturday morning I saw her walking back up the road and called out, asking how her run was.“Why, what’s on your mind?” she asked.I offered her a cool drink, and she…

Monday MorningThe easy bits were done. With my law degree tucked away in my back pocket, I’d breezed through the licensing process and earned my call to the bar. Then came the last and hardest part – finding a job. I had just started networking when my phone rang. Hope soared. ‘Hello?”Is that Desmond Brady?”It is.’ ‘It’s Michael Gallagher from Gagne Nadeau & Tremblay. We met a few years ago, at the Osgoode job fare.”I remember. You’re from Montreal as I recall. How are you?’ Hope crashed and burned. Why would a Montreal outfit hire a Torontonian  with a piss-poor mastery of French?’Just fine, thanks. Congratulations on being called to the bar.”Thanks.’ ‘Has…

My wife and I had been married about ten years when this story took place.   We were and are both exhibitionists.  Me more so than her, but she would still go shopping without a bra and loose-fitting shirt to show her tits if we were out of town.  Only when we were out of town though.She seemed to like helping me show off, back then, in ways that made it look like an accident. One way was she would dare me to come out of the bathroom naked and time it so that when I did so, a woman would be walking by the open door or window.  Şerifali…

Chapter 6: Going deeper What followed was two or three days of miserable weather; it poured rain on and off which put a dampener on my plans to get out and enjoy the city. On Tuesday I had intended to go to some museums but the showers were so heavy every time I left the apartment I found myself running back inside soaking wet after only a few minutes. To pass the time, I was spending ever more time on Grindr. A few guys enquired about the gloryhole, but I think the weather put anyone off moving around the neighbourhood and I couldn’t blame them. I chatted online, talking dirty…