Tag Archives: Encounters
The Haven — A.J. Lyle
The Haven swarmed with people, dancing, drinking . . . spicing their evening in dark, secluded corners. Of all the clubs in the city, it was the one place where everyone left their inhibitions at the door. Beaded doorways along two outer walls led to private rooms where bouncers encouraged pleasure, a raised platform in [...]
The Compromise — P.R. Porter
What a great weekend this is, the wife is busy doing her thing. Me, I’m doing mine. I will just sit back on the couch, drink gallons of Mountain Dew and do what I do best…play video games. “Hey babe, let’s go see a movie.” Can she not see that I am about to level [...]
The XXX Connection: Foreign Relations — Indy McDaniel
Although Kara and Collin’s ‘performance’ drew the attention of nearly everyone in the Howling Wolf, one couple in particular had just managed to miss the public display of debauchery. Elise Lussier flicked her long brown hair over her shoulder and turned to look at the tall man standing beside her just outside the club. “Sorry,” [...]
Bianca Part Three — Julius
Did you miss Part One or Two of this sexy story? Read Bianca Part One and Bianca Part Two. Roger had never struck a woman in his life. The thought of deliberately inflicting pain on Bianca left him just holding the ruler and staring at her lovely ass, wondering if he could give her one [...]
Side Order Of Lust — P.J. Rosier
For some men, it’s policewomen or even traffic wardens that are a turn on. The appeal of a woman in uniform, I suppose: an authority figure. But I can’t see it myself. For others, a nurse is their clichéd embodiment of naughty fun. But I always think that with nurses, whatever you’ve got, they’ve seen [...]
A Moment’s Weakness — Clarabelle
I look up into sorrowful, chocolate-brown pools. My lover the stonemason, who’s hands have carved a thousand tombstones and who looks as though he holds night time inside the silence of his eyes. His hands are scarred too, rough and lovely. They pass over my skin, annotating the geography of my body, my curves, crevices [...]
Laundry Day — Echo Page