The Mad Scientist's Daughter One night, while in the mood for fun and trouble, Elsa found her way down to the laboratory. A creature of the moment, she had no plan. She rarely did. Instinct was her guide in most affairs, and her instinct told her that both could be found down there. And even if it turned out to be a letdown, it was something to do. She slipped into the passageway and descended the ladder that ran against...

I am tingling with anticipation about the field trip to Stratford-upon-Avon with my students, not because of the Shakespeare play but because of the possibility of being alone with Abi in my hotel room afterwards. Our steamy encounter in the back of my car the previous week had only furthered my desire for her, and she occupies my mind most of the time now. I carefully select my clothes for the trip – my best jeans, t-shi...

At this relatively early evening hour–early for a college dormitory, at least–an excited pair of feet scampered along a carpeted corridor on the fourth floor of Howard Hall, until they reached the closed door of a dorm room. A tan hand reached out and turned the handle, and a curvaceous Latina beauty slid herself through the opening and shut the door behind her. “Well?” Jacqueline demanded, jumping up from the bed. “Where...

Hi! My name is Wyatt, and I’m a pretty normal, straight, 27-year-old American male. At least, I always thought I was. Straight, that is. Now I’m not so sure. Anyway, my best friend Connor and I decided to have an adventure. We rented a 30-foot sailboat out of the Bahamas and planned to sail it to Turks and Caicos. That’s only about 400 miles, and we figured at 8 knots, traveling twelve hours a day, we should be able to do...

Sunlight sliced through Lucy’s blinds, a rude jolt that yanked me awake, my body tangled in her bed's silk sheets—her silk robe half-off, her soft snores buzzing beside me. My thong hung crooked, sticky from last night—her tongue diving into me, that dildo splitting me open, our moans drowning the dark. I smirked, easing free, bare feet slapping the cool floor as I stretched, a sweet ache pulsing low. Coffee was my lifeli...

Clara nodded, feeling the heat from the drink and his eyes on her. She awkwardly knelt between his spread thighs, her pants still around her ankles, her large breasts swaying with the movement. Up close, his cock was even more intimidating, the head glistening with pre-cum. "I haven't done this…very often," she admitted, her academic confidence nowhere to be found now. In truth she had never done this before, previously c...

I was up before dawn, when the house was quiet and dark. Carrying my overnight bag, I walked gingerly past the closed door of the room where Clint and Millicent slept. In my other hand, I held a hastily scribbled note which read: Still feeling out of sorts after my headache, so I'm going home early. It was a lame excuse, but I had no other. At least, not one I could put in writing. After leaving the note on the kitchen ta...

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography! In this series, I find questions on the Lush forums that I can answer truthfully and write out the story! First, there is a little backstory to this tale. I have found it almost impossible to write erotica recently. I used to be, as the site terms it, an “active ink slinger.” But, in the last three months, the muse has completely deserted me. Apart from a silly poem for the competi...

“How’d you even manage to make it here so fast?” Dad asks bluntly. “That motel you spent the night at is supposed to be a three-hour drive.” We’re having lunch on the lake house’s terrace, surrounded by the sounds of nature and the smell of grilled fish. Mom and Dad share one bench, and my sister Paige and her best friend Maddie huddle on the other. I’m sitting in my own creaky chair. “We followed Mr Johnson on some count...

“Does it feel as good as you remember?” Iris asks, as I dress myself once more in the pink, clinging spandex outfit she’s brought for me. She’s lying on my bed, watching me with her delicate chin propped up on her hands, legs kicking idly back and forth in the air under the tails of her winter coat. “It’s even better,” I answer, twisting around in front of the mirror to admire the way the fabric cups my ass without a sing...