Continuing our drive to the high rise condominium apartment we rented on Mustang Island on the Texas Gulf coast we had been discussing what we would do during our week long stay. Among the things I had suggested was using all of the horizontal surfaces for our favorite pastime ….. fucking! Trish countered with performing like activity on our balcony during the evening and possibly the daytime if it could be done safe from view. We also realized that we would have to adapt to the situations and circumstances as we found them. Our last event before arriving at the island was taking the car ferry across the ship channel.…

During the extremely hot summer, Kelly realized that the divorce was imminent. Neither had been really happy for a while and the reasons didn’t really matter anymore. They had loved each other once but neither felt it anymore. The only downside for Kelly was that she didn’t really want to work any more than she already did at her part time job, and maintaining her lifestyle as it was wouldn’t be possible on such a small salary. Bill made a ton of money as a contractor especially during times like now, the summer months, as people installed pools, patios and built homes, but they’d only been married seven years; they…

I sat on the edge of the bed wondering what I was doing. Oh sure, I knew why I was there at the motel. I was there to meet a coworker of mine, Kevin. No, not just there to meet him, I was there to have sex with him. I, Eve Thomason, a married woman, was actually waiting in a motel room to meet a married man and have sex. I was bored. With a husband, three children and a full time job, I was bored silly. Being with Kevin excited me. He was attractive and flirty and just the tonic I needed. I began fantasizing about him soon after…

I woke up alone, after spending the first night in “our” apartment. Thank god it was the weekend. I smelled freshly brewed coffee, which is one of the best smells ever. I walked out into the kitchen. I was still in the buff, and I was happy to see that Hope was also. She was between the dining room and living room, buck naked, on a mat doing yoga. “Good morning, handsome.” Her voice sounded like she had a spring in her step this morning. Her downward dog position looked very enticing. “Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling?” She had been doing simple yoga poses when I first started…

“Maybe this week isn’t a wash after all.” It was a strange thought considering the situation: The cute blond bent over the women’s bathroom counter, skirt pushed up around her hips and lacy black thong pushed to the side, moaning and calling my name as my dick pistoned in and out of her. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning. I’m a photographer for a book publisher. I took the job several years ago after moving to New York following my divorce, which was thankfully amicable. Things just didn’t work out and we parted as friends. The job keeps things interesting: Shooting covers for various…

The prisoner sat in the middle of the room. The chair was bolted to the floor directly below a single dusty bulb, its weak, milky glow reflecting dully off the man’s shaved scalp. He sat perfectly still, the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest the only sign that he was indeed a living breathing creature, and not simply a perfectly sculpted mannequin. A heavy steel door at one end of the room opened with the metallic shriek of neglected hinges and still the prisoner made no movement other then a barely discernable flaring of the nostrils. He could smell her, even if the blindfold prevented him from seeing…

Driving for hours now and what seemed like forever since I saw any type of civilization, my eyes were starting to get tired. I had been in New Mexico for a construction management conference for a few days and was now driving back home to the central coast in California, but I needed to find a hotel for the night so I wouldn’t fall asleep at the wheel. My name is Javier, I’m 21 years old and had finished college early and gotten into construction management shortly afterwards. Life was good, but I had been so busy with school and work that I didn’t leave myself much time to have…

This story is the follow up to It’s Just Sex – Part 1. Again all true, and appreciate any comments/feedback. Hope you enjoy. The next day is oddly enough, completely normal. I have a 9:30a.m. meeting with Erika as my co-lead. I sense nothing from her; she isn’t rude or cold, it’s just as if last night never happened. I accept that I had an amazing night of sex with a woman I never would have attempted to meet in a bar. We call it a day early, fully prepared for our presentation to the client later that week, knowing we have tomorrow to review, tweak and otherwise work out…

Janine has be the most prolific woman I have done for since I first took on the call boy service for frustrated working women. She always has a surprise up her sleeve, or more relatively, up her skirt and I am one happy guy to reap the benefits of that. To supply a service is one thing, but to enjoy and get paid for it is quite another. Anyway I am there, visiting her pad in Los Angeles. She had finished work as a top executive for a fashion designers and I am standing there, in the bedroom, just as she wants me. She has fed and wined me well…

Tara had been longing for the Thunderdome Threesome Night, we had planned. It had been a couple weeks, and she could hardly wait, but Bryan and I had a surprise. We met at the rink around 6 to dress, made our way back to their house and walked in together. It didn’t take her long to figure things out before she squealed, “Oh fuck…you guys! You’re crazy, but I love hockey night. You know how to please a woman…I can’t wait to have my two hot, hockey players!” She was so excited, she handed us our beers and started things off, stripping off her t-shirt and shorts. She slipped off…