Category: Erotic Couplings

Rachel at 36 was a senior NHS nurse, very intelligent, very sharp; at the top of her game. She was 5′ 6″, about 81/2 stone, slim waist, nice evenly sized chest and arse. Bobbed blond hair and blue eyes. There wasn’t much fat on her but what she’d got was in all the right places.

Kathy got to work at her usual time and set about starting up her computer but she felt a strange distraction that morning. Maybe it was a lack of sleep. Maybe she needed stronger coffee. But she didn’t have her head in the game and hadn’t prepared for the meeting that she was due to in an hour. She went […]

Word spread fast that the government had issued a stay-at-home order. We probably should have been paying closer attention to the news. If we had, we would have been more prepared. Lorraine and I had been arguing for a couple of days about whose turn it was to go to the grocery store, but it was now moot. We couldn’t […]

By their fifth date, things were getting pretty serious for Harley and Cameron. They were watching a film at Cameron’s place with a take away pizza and some beers. Harley was cuddled up against his side, with his hand draped over her shoulders and resting on her hip.

I’d learned through a friend that Julio had started dating some older woman named Katy, explaining why we hadn’t seen him in weeks. I was surprised when he text me one Saturday afternoon asking If I could help him install a new stereo in his car. I figured we’d just smoke weed and work on his car so I said […]

Dan and Cameron sat in their parents garden drinking a beer, watching their other families mingling together and chatting over the BBQ. “So how’s work?” Cameron asked, draining the last of his beer and reaching for another can. Dan shrugged, “Same as usual, you?”

“And the winner of the drawing for a $500 voucher for a professional massage at the spa of his choice is….Curtis Aames!” Curtis won the voucher at a work function as part of a raffle. For a $5.00 ticket he figured why not! He’d never had a professional massage before, so he was curious to see what people who get […]

The doorbell rings. I’m at the coffee table in the den working on paperwork and get up and answer it… I get up from the couch and open the door to you. You have decided to clean my home, and are dressed in a white button down shirt and a short black skirt, like a maid….

My first encounter with Madeline ‘Maddie’ Bunker was at a poetry evening in the back room of a pub. I’m not a poet myself, much preferring to work out in the gym, but my mate Jeremy was a member and he was nervous about reading his work in public. I was there purely to lend him moral support. However, the […]

“Hey, Mr Wilson.” She smiled at me, tossing her blonde curls over her shoulder. “Hi, Emma, what can I help you with?” I asked. She stepped through the door, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her short skirt bouncing off her legs as she walked.