London. April 2006 My darling Elle, At our last rendezvous I promised you my words and I offer them humbly here. You are well-versed in the unspoken essence of these letters, words and sentences. You have felt that essence on your spectacular body and deep within the glorious depth of your soul. You asked me, simply and in a murmured, sexy voice: "What I remember when we are apart? What do you think about"

As old William put it, brevity is the soul of wit. The wit can be discussed, but I certainly guarantee brevity with this series. Theyre quicker than an 18-year olds orgasm or the duration of an 88-year olds erection. Short and sweet erotic fiction for these busy times. ANAL I bent her over so that she stooped Cause she wanted to get fucked where she pooped So in went the cock Until she was blocked And I emptied my load with a whoop BDSM Ouch

For those with little time on their hands in this busybusy, non-stop society, here are some short erotic tales for quick release. -- ANAL Bob and Jill are on the bed. It is dark. Bill thrusts. Um, honey... youre aiming too low... Uhhh... But honey, I poop from there! Not today, you dont... Oh, my!! BDSM Sam and Julie are on the bed. Slap! Mmmbhyem!, mumbles Julie, mouth gagged. What? asks Sam. Mmmbhyem!!! Oh, nevermind, says Sam impatiently.

This is a humble text to accompany a humble audio submission in honour of the start of an affair. Elle and I. Me and Elle. Us two. Les deux. What start as a fleeting but assured dance of passion has wandered into months and years and shows no signs of abating. * * Click Here to listen. 11 minmp3 * * Add story to favorites Add author to favorites Click here

She wouldnt let me fuck her. That was the arrangement. I accepted this, happy to just have her around me. I couldnt believe my luck, to be honest. I was pushing 60 and she had just waltzed past 20 summers. I was rich and alone. She was young and accustomed to being pampered. I have no idea why she singled me out that evening we met, a month ago, in a posh club in St. Tropez. But since then, I lavished gifts on her.

The third installment: Her Calling Card. Youre somewhere public. Your head is somewhere else. Youre in the middle of some practical part of your life... shopping at the supermarket, riding the metro, having Christmas dinner with your family, in a meeting at work. Its the last thing you expect. You reach into your pocket to find some chewing gums or some mints or to see if you have any coins. Instead, your fingers find themselves entangled in fabric. Silk or nylon.

As any real man knows, the greatest gift comes from women. No matter how sure we are in our quest, no matter how certain we are about fucking her, it is only when the woman in question nods to herself deep inside and decides to open her mouth, spread her legs, lift her hem - it is then she offers her gift to us. I am grateful every time. Spellbound and grateful. Like in this hotel room in London... * * Click Here to listen. 4 minmp3 * * Add story to favorites Add author to favorites

My brain was fried and I needed some heat. I couldnt tell if it was the temperature or the cocktail of hash and gin that made my head sizzle and my eyes blur. But I could tell I needed some heat, and quick. Hot and wet heat around my cock. In Thailand, life is simple. You need it, you get it. Quicker than a fart. Thats the way it is, thats the reason I go there.

I can still smell you on my fingers. That sweet, sharp scent of your pussy on every finger. And I can still smell you on my cock. And taste you on my tongue. Five hours ago I was inside you and I was fucking you. In another city, in another country five hours ago. Im sitting here at home now and you still possess every one of my senses. I simply cant get you out of my mind, out of my nose, out of my ears out of my nerve endings. I am obsessed.

As far as summer jobs go, this one was perfect. I was a postman in a large European city and three days a week I would head out on a bike laden with letters and packages and would spend the mornings running up and down stairways of the old, classic buildings in a trendy part of town. The perfect job until I went back to university. It was fantastic exercise and my body soon became toned and trim. By and large, it was an interesting job.