It was supposed to be just a detour. One drink, maybe two. A roadside bar off the highway called The Iron Rack—a place Ethan remembered from years ago, where the whiskey was cheap and the pool table still had burn marks from cigarettes long stubbed out. He’d told Lena it would be quiet, out of the way. No expectations. But the moment Lena stepped into the backroom, the smell hit her first—whiskey, smoke, and something els...

On Tuesday, Mary had the day off; the director had given it to her to rest after the intense weekend, and I had planned to telework, so we had time to have breakfast together and quietly talk about the events of the weekend. While we were having breakfast, we didn't comment on anything, but when we finished, Mary said to me, "Well, what do you think about what I told you? Have you seen the video?" "Yes, I saw it last nigh...

On Monday afternoon, a text message arrived on Mary's dating app account from Matthew: "Hi Molly, I wanted to propose something to you." Molly wrote, "Hi Matt, tell me." "How would you like me to teach you how to deepthroat? With a girlfriend I had a while back, we learned how to eliminate the gag reflex, and then I've practiced it with some girlfriends I've had, and they've learned. You'll be able to swallow all of my co...

On Sunday afternoon, when Mary contacted Matthew using the dating app to confirm the date for the following Friday, Matthew called through the app. "Listen, Molly, I've been thinking about proposing something that might be exciting to do this week," Matthew's voice came through the laptop's speakers. "Yes, tell me, Matt," Mary replied. "I've been thinking about the cock cage and the tease and denial game you and Buck play...

Mary contacted Matthew, using the dating app, to meet up for the following weekend. He said he was happy to meet again and that they could meet as many times as she wanted. He said he had really enjoyed meeting her and would like to continue dating. Once the date was confirmed, Mary and I had a conversation about how to introduce myself to Matthew and what changes needed to be made to the meetings. "Mary, we need to agree...

I drove to the street where we had arranged to meet. There, under a lamppost, I saw a woman standing with one leg bent and her back leaning against the lamppost. Fortunately, this time there didn't seem to be any risk of confusing me, I thought. There was no one on the street, although I noticed some isolated lights in an office in the area, possibly some maintenance or IT team doing work they couldn't do on a daily basis...

I was leaning over the bookings diary, set on the bar counter before me and contemplating the various make-work jobs I could invent to keep myself and the staff on tonight's roster busy throughout what was certain to be another dead Wednesday night in The Republic. The foreseeable future would involve a lot of needless rebuffing of perfectly polished wine glasses, possibly punctuated with the cleaning of candle holders if...

Same bus. Same time. Same Story. Different week. Ever since my little encounter on the bus about a month ago, I’ve actually found myself volunteering to lock up the bar I worked in on Thursday nights – the local student night – on the off chance I’d again run into my mystery girl on the last bus running out of town. I’d been running the experience through my head, and it had become my go-to wank fantasy, becoming a more a...

My wife, Brenda, and I had been happily married for about ten years. I was forty-two and Brenda thirty-eight when we tied the knot. For the first few of those years, We never strayed or cheated on each other. We were pretty much just content to be together as much of the time as possible. We shared every moment we could - work, etc permitting. Right from the start, we always promised to be totally open with each other… no...

Over the course of the next few days, my dalliance with Santiago had apparently become public knowledge among my teammates. They didn't know the full details, but after Kaitlyn and Roach had witnessed that embarrassing encounter with my mother, it was only a matter of time before the rumors started flying. And it seemed to be helping my popularity, too. My teammates wouldn't stop pestering me for all the dirty details. As...

Once a week for most of the school year, the boys had been squeezing into our changing rooms for what they called Wank Wednesday. It was exactly what it sounds like. After games class, we'd been watching each other masturbate. It was originally a female-only group, but the boys were allowed in at the suggestion of my friend Tiff, and it turned me on a lot. Fortunately, the teachers always kept their distance so we had som...

Nobody can remember who first suggested masturbating together, but this year it's become our little treat after games class every Wednesday. We go to a private school with a massive sports field. It has a large changing block split in two halves by a narrow corridor. Our lockers and showers are to the left, and the boys have their own to the right. The games teachers have a policy of never entering the pupils' changing bl...

The smile on my face shows I am quite pleased with myself as I prepare to take the first lick of this stranger on my bed. I glance over and watch Rob's body stiffen in preparation for it. That is something he always does, just like he did the first time I ever dragged my lips across his cock. I can tell he’s excited too. The energy in the room is palpable. You can almost taste the combined desire on your tongues.  Rob use...