Her name was Loni and she was a total hottie, of that they all agreed.  Lance and his friends had first encountered her and her husband at the twenty-four-hour restaurant frequented by many of those that worked the local night clubs. No matter the weather Loni was always dressed to the nines in short skirts, dark nylons, knee-high boots or stiletto heels, and tight tops. Lance and his friends never knew her age, but it wa...

I love the thought of being a mistress. It leads to some of the most intense fantasies. When I am in the right mindset, it turns me on to know that you have an entirely separate life. Wife, kids and boring adult responsibilities. All of which you neglect when you are with me. a complete double life. It's like dating an actor. I imagine what its like when you go home. And what she talks to you about during the day. Or even...

I see her every Friday. Sitting in the front row, her shoulders straight, her music held in front of her, watching the conductor without concession, her focus complete. Eve. Her auburn hair pinned in a elegant twist over her shoulder, the strong, sweet line of her jaw set and the sound she makes… it would damn near melt your heart to hear her sweet, pure soprano reverberate around the room. Most amateurs like me watch her...

If you think the Megabus is bad, you should try taking the bus from Oaxaca into Chiapas, south-east Mexico. Twelve hours of trying not to vomit in the blistering oppressive heat. When the shaking and rolling finally stopped, I staggered away from the road and lay in the undergrowth for a while, enjoying the stillness.According to the map I still had to trek down into the valley where I would be met by my hosts, so I shoul...

We’ve been chatting online for a while. We’ve teased each other. We’ve shared the naughty things we want to do to each other. And, now, we finally have a chance to meet up. It’s nothing extreme, just a simple meet up at a coffee shop not too far from you. I’ve thought a lot about what could happen The more I think about it, the faster my heart races and the harder my dick gets, but the more I second guess myself. You see,...

“Are you fucking serious?” Alex kept on staring at a massive PC tower located underneath one of the tables in the coffee shop she worked in. The machine had blinking blue lights and an enormous monitor which her friend Zoe was now plugging in, her shapely arse sticking out from underneath the table.  “I am fucking serious,” Zoe said without a hint of sarcasm in her voice, still fumbling with cables. “I tried writing at ho...

Pete lounged in the water tub, letting his body float lazily in the late afternoon sun. The orange evening heat slowly warmed up the water. He enjoyed the subtle lazy happiness, emptiness of mind, that always took over his mind after he had sex. And he just had lots of really nice relaxing sex. His body found a weightless spot just under the water's surface and soaked in conflicting signals from the outside world. While t...

"What's the worst that can happen?" asked Pete, poking his head trough the hatch leading onto the roof. It was a wonderful sunny day, not a single cloud in sight, probably one of very few days like that left this year. Pete hoisted himself up onto the roof with no effort whatsoever. His big arms, by now glistering with summer sweat, flexed and reached into the hatch to pull up another boy onto the roof. Fair to say that t...

“This is it,” Ray thought, admiring rich brown coffee dripping majestically into the pot. The coffee was beautiful, single origin of course, and smelt almost floral and fruity. Just perfect. Ray smiled and twirled his ironic mustache which according to his friends from Warsaw made him look like Polish nobility. Today was indeed the day. Alex, the only other person who was supposed to be at work in the morning, had just ca...

“Thank God we've got coffee at work,” I thought, cruising through the storm, fighting with the wind to keep my umbrella straight. It was a dreary morning, and the pile of work waiting on my table wasn't making the situation any better. But first things first! I tried to cheer myself up, standing in my office, shaking off the droplets from the raincoat, dreaming of a nice hot cuppa. It was my private little meditation, wai...

That regular customer sat at the same table as she always did. Yann have seen her there many times, twenty, thirty, maybe more. He couldn't count exactly, since all her visits merged into one blurry memory. She always took the same table, hidden in a wee room round the corner, basically invisible from the rest of the cafe. He liked that she was a regular. It provided some familiarity and attachment in otherwise very trans...