It was New Year’s Day. I had slept in. No heavy partying the night before, I had seen enough New Year’s Eves to figure they were pretty much the same. So I was rested, with morning wood; ready for the kind of party I really want. Getting up and getting online, I scanned the escort ads on a big Internet site. It’s usually bottom feeding. Most of the postings are trashy to the point of being repellent, and the ones that look good, are probably too good to be true. Finding something interesting was like looking for a needle in a haystack. One listing caught me eye. “Mom and daughter…

By Adam Gunn Following Wes’s departure, Cheryl lazed. She considered returning to the beach, perhaps the pool, did she want another drink? But inactivity won over the thought of animation, she lounged on her rumpled bed, allowing the sensation of ephemeral contentment to bathe her, letting her mind drift. She’d booked this trip to Ixchel, a scandalous resort on the island of Effusion, in the string of atolls north of Venezuela, with the intention of having a sexual binge. She was no stranger to sex and since the divorce, finalized almost exactly one year earlier, she’d had three lovers. Each had been fun, but they seemed to want a woman…

Take Off: G-Spot In The Sky The evening flight from New York to Tel Aviv was full as usual. My lover Kim and I had feigned a business trip from our spouses and were on our way, 6500 miles away, from peering eyes. Well, the ten plus hour flight would have lots of peering eyes, but we were determined to begin our journey by joining and rejoining the Mile High Club several times that very night. We had planned our up in the air liaison with care and in great detail. Kim wore a long light denim cotton dress that she had tailored with zipper slits up its sides. She…

She picked me up at my hotel. I was sitting in the hotel bar, sipping on my cocktail, when she came in and put her arm around my shoulder. “Captain and diet?” she asked. “Not anymore. I’ve classed up my rums a little,” I responded, getting up and sliding my arm around her waist. I let my hand slip down and rest right on the small of her back, and pulled her closer to me. “It’s great to see you again,” I whispered into her ear. “You too. You look almost as good as I remember,” she said back as she ran her hand down my chest. “Almost.” I laughed…

It had been a long time coming. We had all watched him grow from a young boy into the man he was today, and he had finally turned 18. His name was Jaden and he was a hot young man. We had called him jailbait for years and he was finally legal. And it was now my time to corrupt him. Alyss was a young woman in her mid 30’s who had counted the days until this night. Jayden had been a friend of her younger brother and she had had to go through misery waiting to have this chance meeting with the man. He was a little over 6’…

A black limo made its way through the streets. It was almost eight o’clock in the evening, and the air was pleasantly warm. It was a Friday night and the city was a pretty sight of colours and busy night-life. But a few minutes away from the noise and excitement. . . a few kilometres outside of the night time world, a quiet suburb laid in darkness and silence. With only street lamps and a few windows emitting any light. This was where the black limo was headed. “So this is where you’re going to be living from now on?” The driver asked, sarcastically. “What a dump.” The passenger remained…

We reach our room at an adult themed-room hotel and check into our jungle bungalow, complete with steam from the “river.” I hold the door as you walk in first. We kick off our sandals. Then, I wrap my arms around you from behind – one across your shoulders and one around your waist. I softly kiss your neck. I unbutton your shirt from the bottom up, still behind you, still the occasional kiss. Taking off your shirt causes you to turn around. I take your face in my hands and our closed-mouth kisses are gentle and sweet. One hand slips from your face and the other to the back…

Eric looked a bit sheepish, but ate his breakfast with gusto. Again, both girls hovered around Gary and made sure he was well served. Eric pouted as Marilyn fed Gary the last piece of bacon, then hugged his neck. “What’s the deal, girls,” Eric whined. “Why is Gary getting all the attention?” Gary glanced over at the two gals and smiled when they stayed silent. “Well, Eric, some of us have it and some of us don’t,” he crowed. “You just don’t know how charming I can be when I’m at the lake.” “Yeah, right,” Eric retorted. “I’ll be charming too, once I shake this hangover.” Marilyn smiled sweetly at…

“Dude, can’t we just open a bottle of Glenfiddich and chill at your place?” I asked my best friend as I slumped on his couch and kicked my shoes off. He continues to totally ignore me and sorts out an Uber taxi to take us to one of the sports bar in London. Having driven to London from Exeter, a good four hour drive, I am absolutely knackered but Rob is having none of it. “Dan, you’ve got to go out and check out some chicks, man. I’m getting a bit worried you don’t like pussies anymore,” he comments and dodges the shoe I’ve thrown at him. Having experienced first-hand…

It was one of their rare and cherished Saturday’s together. Jean-Michel had already given Karin many intense orgasms. It gave Jean-Michel intense pleasure to cause Karin to moan and squeal as the orgasms washed over her wave upon wave. They were lying there in her bed wrapped in each other’s arms, skin to skin—relishing each moment. “It’s your turn now!” Karin tells Jean-Michel as she slips out of his arms to retrieve their box of “gardening tools” as they jokingly refer to their box of love toys. She tells him to keep his eyes closed. From the box, she retrieves a pair of vintage lady’s gloves. Jean-Michel has no idea…