A Better Man Than I

***For those who have read the parts of the Sofia series I've already posted: this was written after parts 1-4, but is set immediately before part 1. I wrote it after I had an idea for how to add a new dimension to the narrative. To be fully coherent with the rest of what I've written, it will probably require a slight re-write for parts 1-4, but I thought I'd just put it up and go back to make adjustments to the other parts later.*** The car park was almost full, as it almost always seemed to have been the past few months. Who'd have thought that one of the side effects of a global plague would be that suddenly everyone wants to go hiking. Some of the people here looked like the furthest they'd walk in normal times would be from the comfy seats in the corner to the bar to get in another round. Bicep curling a pint glass would have been the peak of their athletic ambitions. But close the pubs and suddenly they're all waddling round the countryside discussing w

This is a 750-word story in the same vein as "The Hard Climb" by Bebop3 and "750 words to Say 'Fuck You'" by Cagivagurl. Hope you enjoy. Today was the conclusion of Jack Hamilton's trial for aggravated assault, a felony. He had beat up a man in cold blood. That was a fact established by many eyewitnesses. During a convention June 18, he had calmly walked up to Calvin Johnson, and hit him with the butt of a rifle three times: once between the eyes, once in his mouth and once in his groin after Johnson fell. He then dropped the gun and laid prone on the floor until police arrived. Interrogated, he admitted everything. Asked about motive, he cited Ecclesiastes 3:1-8: "There is a time for everything." He refused any more explanations. The media - especially the internet - click-baited its coverage as "A Perfect Time" assault and speculated the attack was sexually related. The defendant, who often cited the same verses, was in his late 3

One of my favorite things about sex with my wife, used to be the post-orgasmic bliss that we shared together. Even though my wife only ever permitted me to make love to her in the missionary position, I never really felt that I was missing out. I knew that Irene had grown up in a very sheltered environment, and would never give herself to another man. I also felt like the missionary position was the most intimate of all positions, as it facilitated kissing, eye-contact, and other forms of affection between a married couple. After we both enjoyed our orgasms, we would lay quietly, in no rush to uncouple, as we basked in the warm feelings of sexual release. Or so I thought. However, now that I had been informed by a very reliable source that we never actually shared that sensation, due to the fact that Irene had faked most of her orgasms with me, the whole relaxing after sex seemed very pointless, particularly as Irene was far from satisfied. This orgasm was different. Brought upon by

It was a Friday night and I had just gotten home from work when the missus texted me to say she had told Lauren, our daughter, that she could have her friend Jodi over to spend the night. Never mind my evening plans. Never mind that my wife was out of town and would not be back until Monday. I was now playing unplanned host to two girls and be damned what I might want. That "what I might want" boiled down to someone else cooking and me sipping a nice glass of Laphroaig while reclined in my easy chair and watching something stupid and forgettable. But... I was stupid enough not to refuse. As it was, when I got home, I changed into a pair of jammie pants and my favorite Flash Gordon t-shirt, then set about cooking dinner. That there were a pair of girls torpedoing through the house while shrieking and giggling about topics I really wish I had heard less about, did nothing to change the necessities of the evening. While I reduced a pork loin into cutlets I would eventually tra

When pursuing an innocent girl one must be cautious, like stalking a deer in the jungle. I returned to my village for the summer. Driving down a dusty street, I noticed women gathering water at a well. They giggled and laughed and recognized me. One even lifted her skirt slightly, exposing her very smooth thigh. Very nice. My sister owned a rooming house. She gave me a large room upstairs. And for a small fee, I had morning tea and milk delivered by one of her daughters. The next morning I heard a musical voice at my door. In walked a smiling girl wearing a long skirt and a peasant blouse with no bra. I watched the nipple points in her blouse bounce around as she placed the tea and milk by my bed. "Morning uncle, I'm Adya. Do you remember me? " "Oh yes Adya, you were a sweet maiden with a shy smile. You're still sweet, but you've grown. My how you've grown." My niece a pair of full, hefty tits. Tits too large for her slim body. Every morning sweet

Meanwhile, Sonya was still standing naked outside of her apartment on the verge of a no-touch orgasm. She was well aware her nudity addiction had progressed to extreme levels and she was uncertain if she even had limits. The very act of going outside in the nude and exposing her body where she could get caught was enough to stimulate a strong sexual response. Looking down at her naked body past her flat stomach, she could see her clit standing at attention. Her clit was about 1 inch long when fully aroused and proudly pointed out in whatever direction Sonya wanted to walk. Below her clit, her swollen pussy lips engorged by arousal were leaking just a little bit of cum. She could hear the few drips hit the concrete below as a small sweetly scented puddle formed beneath her. Ever since her fainting spells, her body chemistry either started making some unknown pheromone or in some aspects her own cum had become unnaturally sweet smelling affecting everyone around her. She was certain th

This story tells you about my journey from my late teens to today, in my fifties, in my role as a submissive bisexual male. I started studying in college to be an IT Engineer. It was eventually to be a career path for me that opened not only doors to higher qualifications, but to doors that had Masters, Mistresses, Trainers and Dominants. My interests were still naked girls, BDSM and IT, and of course remembering my early days of reading my Dads porn mags. Of course, I had a couple of girlfriends by the time I got to college but none that ever resulted in having full blown sex. The girl who changed all this though was a blonde haired, fairly tall, slim but big breasted girl, who was interested in programming languages like me and as we loved swimming, we clicked. As it was my first proper time with a girl, sex was great. I loved the way that she sucked cock, especially when she used to hold my cock between her boobs as she played with my cock head. Ruth however, would love to try new

The text came about an hour before he was due home. *had a fuck-ugly, shit-tastic day. be ready.* Well, if he'd had a bad day, she knew how to make him feel better. The outfit was one of his favorites, a creative web of string with slightly wider patches that might keep the wearer from being arrested. She loosened her hair, letting the chestnut mass wave naturally around her shoulders, and carefully applied heavy black kohl around her eyes. She left her feet bare, and curled up with a book to wait. The door slammed open, and she looked up from her book to greet him. The words stuck in her throat when she saw the look on his face. It was cold fury, and even though she knew it wasn't directed at her, she felt a little frission of fear. She started to rise, to go to him, and stopped short when his eyes fixed on her and a low, animal growl started in his throat. He reached her in two strides, grabbing her and pushing her against the wall with one hand as the other tore at the fra

"Hey look at you girl!" I embrace her warmly and she absorbs my cuddle with an intimate tone and a soft gyration of her pelvis towards mine. "Elpy so good to see you again," Alison returns to a less intimate, arms on sides embrace as we set eyes on one another. "I'm so sorry Ali, I wanted to help and take you guys to the clinic this morning but I got utterly sidetracked, I feel quite bad!" I follow her through to the kitchen diner as we talk. "Ohh, don't worry about us girls, we are naturally organized. Heading down there in about 15 minutes, so...!" "Oh, great, Marsa as well?" I ask as we enter the kitchen diner and both Eilidh and Marsa are sat casually on the couch browsing their phones. Marsa looks up at me with a mixture of lust and sternness. "I can't believe you stupid!" She stands and seems cross with me, although it feels a bit staged. I begin to apologise for being a mindless stud yesterday. But she doe