Eliza sat on the cot in the spare room at the Smyth’s cottage. It hadn’t taken her long to pack, she’d arrived with very little. She realised she had no idea how the trains ran so she decided to wait for Mrs. Smyth. She had to thank her for their hospitality anyway. At last the
The weeks went by, not slowly, not quickly. I got my hair removed once a week, and it got less painful and my hair finer with each time. I slowly worked myself into shape, and understood more about how the body works and where my limits are with each passing day. It all became routine.
One evening, me and my wife were feeling horn so started to have a fuck in the living room. We didn’t realise that we’d left the front door unlocked. I was infront of my knees naked as was my wife. I was so busy making my wife orgasm that we didn’t know her sister had
The trio delicately clambered out of Neil’s car. Cascading neon chevrons somnambulated them down into the sidewalk; at the bottom of the stair was a door that offered them an entrance to the Duat_ (twat?) that churned underneath the shopping center. Tyrone read the door, it probably said something like Cumshitter’s or a witty similarity
Detective Constable Warren Hastings tapped lightly on the door and waited for the answering grunt from inside. Detective Sergeant Ted Sperle was a man of little ceremony. “Warren,” the Sergeant said as Hastings entered, “sit! I think I’ve pasted it all together.” On a large whiteboard in the corner of the office was a bunch
Kevin drove home in silence, his girlfriend beside him chattering away, he wished she’d just shut up for five minutes, but he nodded politely at each pause as if he were actually listening to the avalanche of useless information spewing from her mouth. He and Tammy had been going out for nearly three months, he
“Warm-up?” I panted. “You don’t think we’ll let you go that easily, do you?” Trish purred with seductive menace as she drew closer. “Who knows how long it might be before we see you again?” “We want you to remember us,” chimed in Melissa, in the most sincere voice of which she was probably capable.
Kelly was my fiancée of three months, although we had been going out for nearly three years. We were going through a rough time trying to map our what exactly we wanted from our marriage and the sex rules part was getting tricky. Many of our friends were quite open with their marriages, often inviting
John saw Jan for the first time across the street. As soon as he got one look at her face he knew she wanted to fuck him. John was on his way to work, but fucking seemed the more important thing at the time. He immediately crossed the street and walked over to her. Jan
I had been traveling for some time; I was tired, hungry and looking for somewhere to rest for the night. Pulling in to a sleazy looking roadside motel, I reluctantly yet thankfully booked in, ordered a hot meal and wearily trudged to my room. I had just stepped out of the shower when there was
We were only friends. That’s what she said many years ago, “If you have any hope that we’re ever going to be more than just friends, then we can’t even be friends.” We had been friends ever since. We had just returned to her apartment after spending a day together. We had gone to Ikea
The main problem for me as a teenager during summer holidays was finding the cash to have a good time. One summer when I was sixteen I scored a job cleaning cars on in a car sales yard. The girls were encouraged by management to wear bikinis with short sarongs and although it was a
Steve has been a constant feature of my fantasies virtually since I first met him. To actually say this out loud is embarrassing enough, but the burning flush of shameful guilt really starts to rise whenever I think of this next fantasy. It’s only a short one but it plays like its on endless loop
Melissa and I were fighting again. Something that I was finding depressingly common. This time it was about Halloween. Sheila Wood, one of the women from her study group, had invited Melissa to a party on Halloween night and Melissa wanted me to come with her. Now I had nothing against Sheila, or any of
She’s a busy sort, utilizing the finite minutes of each day, always directed, the day’s agenda planned at the office in the morning, or sometimes the previous evening, with me aware of it when I see that distracted look in her eyes. Sometimes I think this relationship is ridiculous, too many places where the quilts