The Best Prostitute In The World

“Espresso for one,” I asked the young lady with a cheeky smile and adjusted my shirt as the black-haired maid tapped my order into her faded and outdated till. It fitted in with the rest of the little cafe perfectly, with its tired maroon decor and outdated menu, but it was my favourite cafe in

Becoming Enzo’s Bitch

One night while we were lying on the floor drinking wine, smoking marijuana and listening to music he had a silly idea and I went along. I had a bit too much wine. I was too agreeable. I couldn’t really believe he would let anything happen. He was just testing me. It started out with

My wife’s piss

My ever increasing obsession with my eyes wife peeing probably started nearly 15 years ago while on holiday in Greece. We’d taken a pedal boat out into the bay and she got caught desperately needing a pee. With nothing else to do she discreetly parted her legs , pulled her swimsuit aside and let her

A bit of fun

One time I had read a bit about sensory deprivation tanks and how you just float in warn sea water and how relaxing it is. I began to think about using the same concept in spicing the old sex life of my wife and I. Depriving one sense seems to enhance others. What if I