Category: Erotic Couplings

“Thanks again – I’ll look forward to next time!” Laila gave me a last passionate kiss and headed back to her room. I watched her bounce – it’s the only word that fits – out of the hotel coffee shop as she made her way to the elevator bank and I chuckled to myself. I was now richer by $4000 […]

It is the end of another day, and Deborah, although pining, is turned off from the world of romance, convinced that someone just for her, someone that understands her wants and needs, does not exist. Mainstream meet-up websites she visits never support the kind of attributes that describe the perfect love for her. So, she gave up on relationships. Besides, […]

It’s early… too early. I am far from being a morning person, so I stay comfortably smothered in the duvet while I skim through the news pages on my phone. I yawn, thinking about getting up and making a coffee when I see a notification pop up on my emails. I touch the app, expecting it to be spam or […]

It’d been a long time since the two friends had spoken. They’d grown apart for a spell, driven by different goals and circumstances but feeling nostalgic they’d regained some of what they had. After initiating contact, the pair had quickly regained what had been lost. They’d also come to realise that what they had was something special and as they […]

It’s been 10 years since I graduated and I’ve been pretty excited to attend the first High School Reunion that my graduating class has organized. I know, I know, a lot of people think they’re stupid. Why would you want to see a bunch of people you didn’t really get along with back in the day? Unless you were popular […]

I got sent to the hole in January of 2013, seven months after I got locked up. The solitude was a nice break after being in a fifty-man dorm for so long. I had everything I needed, I got to keep my commissary, I had plenty of books, and I actually got my newspaper on time for once. My second […]

Rob Barnard was born in Eugene, Oregon as Jeremy Fulton. Jeremy was many different things at many different times; athlete, delinquent, soldier, lover, badass, assassin, man of mystery, and entrepreneur. He started out as one of two children in a decent middle class family, but when his father suffered some hard times and started drinking, his life devolved into disorder. […]

Stepping through the doorway from the hostess station to the main bar area, I expected to see my usual gaggle of locals. Drink specials sometimes drew in a few strangers, and that was what I was hoping for. It was a Thursday, ladies’ night at my local watering hole and I was looking to mingle and catch a buzz.

Nicole entered a crowded bar with her assistant following behind her. She’s beautiful, rosy complexion, tall, blonde straight hair cascading down her back. She’s wearing a red silk spaghetti strap dress that clearly showed her toned body, perky breasts and butt that elicited lust from men. She has a body to die for.

Ed, the husband, watched Ed, the lover, put his cock into Ed’s wife. It was awkward–the two of them having the same name. But then again Sheila, Ed’s wife, had joked that when she and her paramour were fucking she could yell out things like “Oh, Ed, give it to me!” and she wouldn’t feel so guilty.