I sat on the patio of the outdoor bar, watching the fish and sea creatures swim underneath the plexiglass flooring. The night was warm with a light breeze fluttering across the bar. I sipped my Mai Tai and wondered if the fish were intently watching us like I was watching them. This has been a very long week, and not for the first time, I was questioning if I should have come to Hawaii or not. The views were gorgeous, the...

A Passionate Day I wake from a restless night’s sleep; in a highlyaroused state. My cock is already hard, precum seeping from my swollen head. I close my eyes again, as my brain recalls the previous evening’s amazing encounter with the woman of my dreams. Images crash into each other, like dodgems at a fairground. In my minds eye I see you arching your back. “I want more, don’t stop Darling,” you scream. As I shove two fi...

I travel by car in a valley in the rural North. The narrow road winds along the side of the valley. Houses lie scattered along the road. It is summer time. The hour is late, and it starts to get dark. I need to take a leak and look for a place to stop. A tree-lined lane takes off to the right a little further ahead. There is a milk ramp by the road just in front of where the lane takes off. No one is likely to deliver mil...

Karen paused outside the lavatories. To the left was the Gents, signified by a pin figure. To the right was the Ladies, where a similar pin figure wore the silhouette of a skirt. Well, it was obvious really. She was the one in the skirt, so she pushed the door open with a determined and resolute thrust. After relieving herself, she busied herself with the real reason she’d scuttled off to the loo, and that was to adjust h...

The scene is a bus stop, a three sided, shallow structure with a roof and a bench. It's out in the country, near the end of a bus line created to bring commuters into the city. In a few years, suburban housing might make it out this far but for now it's lightly populated. It's the middle of the night, roughly eleven pm, faintly lighted with a single bulb. One person sits in the shelter, a young man, perhaps twenty, twenty...

He arrived at the hotel earlier than he had planned to. There was less traffic on the way from the airport than he thought and the taxi driver knew the city’s streets well. He walked up to the entrance and surveyed his surroundings, noticed the hustle bustle usually associated with Las Vegas at night, people coming and going from the hotel and the plethora of casinos. He dragged his suitcase behind him as best he could, a...

"Does this look alright for court?" she asked me. My mind was elsewhere, I suppose. I had noticed her. I couldn't help but notice this beauty approaching. My mind however, had wandered somewhere and her query snapped me back to the here and now. One of the reasons that makes autumn a wonderful season is women dressed like she was dressed. I do find it appealing: shapely young women outfitted in semi-tight fit sweaters, fo...

It’s the general consensus that accountants are a staid and boring bunch. You know, that is mostly pretty accurate. It’s not an exciting sexy job ninety-nine percent of the time. I work for a large company, on the twenty-fourth floor, in an office tower in Toronto, right in the middle of the financial district. I’m a Junior Partner so I do get an office, which is nice. I can look out at the city through the floor to ceili...

Two fingers? No, two fingers of jack were not going to pacify him. It wasn’t the cold steel of the colt in his hand, aimed at nothing in particular, compelling Daphne to comply. The arrogance in the stranger’s face was prompting her submission. The smooth glass in his other hand was waiting for her to show a little more hospitality. “You’re not a half bad looking woman to be working a bar this late into the morning,” he s...

Here’s a little story that a ‘friend’ and I wrote by text while at our respective jobs one afternoon. It took us from around 1pm until 8.20pm and kept us both at a peak of arousal all day. I’ve always wanted to have a story worthy of posting on here but have never had the opportunity to. She has the same kind of imagination and passion that I do so I thought I’d share the outcome with you all. I hope you enjoy it…E: Tell...

I waited eagerly in my usual seat, glancing periodically at the door for when she would walk in. I told myself I was foolish for waiting for a stranger like this, but the thought of her kept me coming back every day. Hello. My name is Ryan, and this is a story of how I finally met the girl at the coffee house. I am twenty three years old, and have never been to successful with relationships in the past, but I am a romanti...

Dear Diary, Last year, I met a girl. Actually, that's inaccurate, because she wasn't a girl. She was a woman. A lady. A goddess. The most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes upon. It was in a coffee shop, which was something that made me laugh when I thought about it, because I don't really go to coffee shops, but for some reason, that day I did. I was sitting at a table, reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and sippi...

I was alone that night. My wife of twenty-five years was staying overnight in the city with a bunch of office friends. It was cool, you know. She needed a night off anyway. We'd been having marital problems for the last few months. Now, things were improving since we began marriage counseling. She'd been menopausal and vaguely unhappy with everything and everybody, that was except for sex. Our sex was great and lately it...

The soft couch in the hotel lobby was doing a good job of hiding me. Sitting there sipping wine and watching the mosaic floor, I could barely contain my boredom. My boss was presenting his paper on the newest product and I was left to slowly wither, waiting until the end of the day to clean up. I shouldn't have been drinking this early, it was just after 10:00 a.m., but it was all on the company's tab so why not. Lost in...