It started with fog. I was on my way to a work conference. Ahead of me lay three days of blissful freedom, interrupted only by seven hours a day of presentations and seminars. And free lunch - I was looking forward to the free lunch. I had checked into my flight and was wandering around the airport, killing time until boarding. I was flicking through a car magazine in the bookshop when an announcement came over the speake...

Richard stood back from the counter at the coffee shop, waiting for his order. He found the coffee here to be ok, but the main reason he kept coming back was because he had a soft spot for one of the counter girls, a pretty brunette named Connie. He was under no illusions - he knew that the friendly chit-chat they shared was part of her job (he kept coming back, so it was obviously working), but still it gave his day a bi...

(this ended up taking a life of its own - it's a bit long, but I decided not to split it. It's a work of fiction. Really.) Long ago in a faraway land there was a young woman named Sinderella. She lived in a small village with her stepmother and two stepsisters, Tegan and Greneril, in a house that had once belonged to Sinderella’s father. Alas he had died shortly after marrying Sinderella’s stepmother. After his death mone...

(Hi everyone. This is a work of pure fiction. It's turned out gay as f*ck, so if that's not your thing, be warned. Otherwise, enjoy) Thanks to deadlines at work and a recent bout of the flu, it had been almost a month since I’d last been to the gym, and I was feeling it as I slid off the rowing machine, my shoulders aching and my legs feeling like jelly. I wiped my sweat off the seat with my towel, grabbed my drink bottle...

I realised I was fidgeting, so put my hands on my lap under the table and looked around.. The food court was mostly empty, with the lunch rush likely to start in an hour or so. We had decided that this would be a good place to meet - public enough that no-one would feel vulnerable, but quiet enough for privacy. I looked around again. Still nothing. I checked my watch and realised they were only a couple of minutes late. T...

I have to give her credit - it was a good idea. We had never met. In person, that is. We were both on a dating site (more accurately, a site more for hook-ups than dating), and for some time had chatted on-line, flirting and joking, sharing fantasies - some quite filthy. It seemed we got off on similar things. She sent me some photos showing off her wonderfully full breasts, smooth ass and moist, puffy pussy, and I recipr...