As I drove up the drive I was astonished by the magnificent building, deep in the countryside. The owner holds these events fairly regularly, apparently. This was my first time. A couple of friends told me about it, suggesting I would enjoy all the happenings.
The owner, Terry, holds a camera club at this house approximately every other month. A club with a slight difference. It is a glamour photography weekend. He hires, usually two, glamour models, that the photographers can direct -- poses, clothing, ...

The tent in your pants was so obvious I had to flick my eyes around the bar to ensure I was the only one who had spotted your arousal. Maybe no one else had seen it, and maybe no one else was anticipating the sight, smell and taste of it like me and therefore were not so focused on it.
No! Everyone was enjoying Friday night, in their own little world, as were we. I looked at your face and listened to our conversation, but that damn tent, I could not take my eyes off it. Other men talk to a pair of breast...

Note to reader:
This chapter contains a scene that I debated with myself a long time about including. It contains harsh language and mentions tense situations relating to domestic abuse that may be uncomfortable to some readers, but I deliberately avoided adding in details, outside of some name calling and harsh intention....

"Revenge is a dish best served cold". - Pierre Choderlos de Laclos
My weekend was very quiet, too quiet as a matter of fact. I had not heard from my wife, Casey in a few days. Probably doing monkey business with her Building Manager again. I did a lot of thinking on Sunday. What my life is, where it was going and what I should do, if anything, next....

This ones a bit longer than my usual tales, hope you enjoy.
It was Tuesday morning and Sam was walking across the car park for yet another interview. She had been out of work for nearly six months after her previous employer went bust. As if that wasn't bad enough her husband had buggered off with some floozy from his work, when Sam stopped earning. When they sold the house, barely covering their costs from when they bought it two years ago, she had moved back down south and in with her parents. Her daug...

(Author's note: No characters under 18. All Rights reserved.)


Businesswoman

Elena Faye Montgomery
"I need your license, title, and insurance, ma'am," the large, somewhat pudgy officer said.
"Yes, sir! It's in my glove compartment and purse," I told the man.
"Hurry it up, ma'am, I don't have all night," he told me....

All characters are at least eighteen-years-old. Any resemblance to people, places, things, or characters from other works is purely coincidental. Everything is born from my imagination.
*****
"Dangerous?" Amara asks.
Oraya shrugs. "Mercenaries. Ten at least. They're wearing the colors of the Charnel Guild. It's possible they are hurrying to a mission. If not, I expect them to engage with me, as mercenaries all do."...

This is the next chapter of my ultimate submission to my new neighbours.
I have listed it in Exhibitionist/Voyeur -- but it could also be mild BDSM or CFNM.
It is probably best if you read the first chapters but here is a bit of a synopsis:
My neighbours had caught me (they had actually planned it) masturbating as I watched one of them through her bedroom window. Having photographed me, they took control of my life with the threat of distributing the photos if I didn't become their "toy"....

Later, back at Monroe's Haven
Down, concealed beneath the protective embrace of the earth and cloistered by meters of concrete, rebar and dirt, the Damned One prepared her resting place. She was still human enough to have an apartment, albeit a barely decorated basement unit that she'd worked hard to seal. That it lacked heat in the winter or air conditioning in the summer was inconsequential; the corpse she inhabited was a frigid thing no matter the season....

Thursday, September 12th, 1:30 pm
"There they are," Erin said, her face nearly pressed against the glass as the chopper descended. Several people stood about fifteen feet from the helipad as we neared it. I could see my pool and the garden; both looked pristine and untouched--ready for me.
At long last... I was home....

Room 417
Thursday night, Clara sat in her house, watching a show, when suddenly, a text came up from a man, Tom, a former lover who had never left her radar. He had been intense and demanding, and he kept contact with her through emails and texts throughout the years.
Tom: I am in town, at the Residence Inn. I am here for 2 days, come tomorrow at 3 pm. I am carving out time. Stop playing games! You know we both want this....

Mike led Wendy to the front door. He found a red coat to drape over her translucent slip, a capitulation to public decorum, for the short drive to his friend's house. He left it unbuttoned so that it was more of a cloak, open in front to hint at her thinly veiled body inside. The ride was quick, a few blocks in the suburban neighborhood. They stopped before a tract-style house. The porch light was on....

Hello, and welcome to another edition of Booty Shorts, my series of stand alone stories.
Content warning: This one is NOT like most of my usual stories. This isn't romance, this is smut. There's some explicit M/F action (in addition to, not to the exclusion of, some yummy F/F action, as is my usual wont.) Feel free to go elsewhere if that isn't your jam. I promise I won't be insulted if this isn't your thing....

The Sodomization of Ida
SOI Prologue
Ida and I have a relationship committed to each other but with a twist: We include other people into our love making regularly.
Ida is 31, a very attractive 5'-5", 130 lbs, white skinned, freckled complexion, true red head, with large milky jugs topped with silver dollar sized pink areolae, and hourglass figure held up by shapely long legs and a phat ass that perfectly frames a smooth bare pussy topped by a thin landing strip. She is a head turner. Ida likes sex...

Peter and Paul also took a short break at the same time, exchanging a glance. They wondered what stroke of luck had brought them such unexpected romantic fortune today, and simultaneously, satisfied smiles appeared on their faces.
They rested for a while, and saw the naked sleeping beauty still beside them. They would not miss the opportunity, so they reached out again and touched Grace's beautiful body....

As Mike walked through the doors he was hit with the immediate scent of chlorine. While the covered pool really worked well on cold and raining nights, when it was hot like it was this evening, the scent really seemed to hit you hard. He knew after a few minutes he would adjust and be all good so he went and found a chair to sit on and put his stuff....

(This is not a sexy story. It is a space war thriller.)


Chapter 7: Dangerous Journalism

From the Log of War Admiral Norman North, 5 years after Vitalics:
Time is slowly passing. I keep thinking that we've seen the last of the Insects, but it seems, almost like clockwork, that we run into another one of their fleets every nine to twelve months. We repulse every attack, but we can't replace our losses, and we've lost more three ships. As it is, normal wear and tear is taking a toll on our...

The atrium is a cathedral tonight.
Not of God--of her. Of us. Of what I've become.
Light bleeds through a hundred candles, their flames molten tongues licking at mirrored panels, throwing back visions of silk and sin. Crimson carpets swallow my bare feet; incense--citrus, smoke, myrrh--threads through air so heavy it feels holy....

Minerva blushed slightly as she explained, "I drank some of Cody's blood the night before yesterday and woke up with my collar overfilled, I couldn't speak without releasing a sound wave."
"So you came here to what? Have the power taken from you safely?" Rosa asked, not fully understanding.
"No, it was too much to handle so we went out to one of the empty fields and I unleashed a scream that could be heard for miles," Minerva finished pulling her wings up to hide her face....

Prologue
The last of the trees parted before Eli like the opening curtains of a mummer's theatre, and he saw the city. Layman-upon-Waters glittered with warm, orange lamplight in the moonlit dark of night. At the foot of this final rise, the open plains of grass, awaiting the coming spring when the young people would dance away the winter's chill. Beyond, the scattered homes and businesses of the new Low Town, the city's early fronds of urban growth beyond her ancient walls. The echoes of laughter, the s...

Ava walked into the sitting room saying, "I've just been talking to Holly, she's invited us to Spain for a weekend."
"Oh nice, when?" I replied.
"The end of the month. She's organising a party and she'd like us to go over." Said Ava.
"Do you want to go?"
"Of course, it would be lovely to see her."...

It was weird, waking up in someone else's bed for the second morning in a row.
I laid there for a while, unmoving, staring at the ceiling while the early light crept in through the guest room blinds. My body was already buzzing, thick with heat. My cock was hard. Unreasonably hard. It ached under the blanket, throbbing with the same pulsing tension I'd fallen asleep with....

"I thought you missed it," he says.
Fernando is lying on his back, naked, his hand tracing lazy zigzags along my back. I'm halfway on top of him, my face pressed against his chest, burying my nose in that thick-grown hair. The setting sun shines through his small windows, and the fresh sweat on his skin makes it glisten a beautiful dark bronze....

Swept Away
By Aleq de Satyr
Prologue
Women fantasize about sex. Probably more than you realize. In fact, a lot more than you realize. And what they're fantasizing about may shock you. The way they seem -- even the most pristine, the most banal, the most G-rated women you know -- isn't always the way they are. The truth is that they are having some very dirty thoughts. And they're having them right in the same room with you, right across the conference table from you, even right next to you....

It's after seven when I finally slip my key into the front door and feel the weight of the day start to slide off my shoulders. Almost. My heels still click against the hardwood floor as I step inside, bag over my shoulder, phone still buzzing in my hand. I don't answer it. Not yet.
The house is dim, but warm. There's a soft glow in the hallway and a faint smell of roasted garlic from the kitchen. I close the door behind me with a quiet sigh and lean against it for a beat longer than I should....

This close to the waterfront in the second story of your uncle's old warehouse, you'd have expected a measure of peace. After all, ahead of you is nothing but trackless green sea, whipping wind and the domain of Varuna. You'd grown accustomed to the metropolitan hum coming from all angles, a grinding sound of buzzing electricity and combustion engines, the chatter of millions of human beings packed into one place - Rose County and Hyderabad tell a different story but the orderless drone is similar in scope....

I was having the most wonderful dream when I suddenly felt this great pressure on my chest. A few seconds later, something pressing against my mouth. I finally woke up to the sight of Phil straddling my chest and tapping the tip of his hard, meaty cock against my lips.
"Breakfast?" Phil asked me with a smirk on his face....

This is a story about a meeting with an old friend, we'll call her Sophie. In fact, this girl was the first real crush I ever had on someone. The crush dated back to middle school, when she was completely out of my league, but gave me some excellent opportunities for flirting training. I even remember the first line I said to her in an attempt to woo her. The reality of the situation didn't change, though. She was out of my league and we never turned into a thing....

Natasha Ohlsson sat at her table waiting for her date, wondering if Ariana would arrive.
Natasha sat there, wearing a simple black dress and matching patent-leather pumps, legs crossed, even though sitting still was impossible at the moment, but somehow she did it, even though it cost her everything to not go to the hostess and check if Ariana was there. But, with every deliberate, intentional inhale and every exhale, she made herself be patient....

She enjoyed them all the more when they came into her room wrapped in a cloth of innocence. They were required to be young men, no older than twenty-one years of age; and, should they be near this most strict limit, it had be compensated for with outstandingly delicate facial features. After all, that was the one quality she was looking for, the one that stimulated her appetite....