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Camille is sitting on the bed with her bent legs out in front of her, arms resting on her knees, head tilted to one side as if she’s listening for the click of the door lock opening, for Milo to come home from his work out. She’s perfect. It really is uncanny. In the candlelight, you would swear she is Kira. They have the same...

Milo and Kira have as committed and loving a relationship anyone could ever hope for, but Milo is bisexual, and Kira enjoys that, so they started a tradition six years ago, right after they first moved in together, where she brings someone home for Milo and her to enjoy together. They like to call it their Pride Month Special. ** Note: This story is highly erotic and is for readers over the age of 18 only! **

Alison never hears the door open when she’s busy with her Tease Pocket Vibe. It’s her favourite toy. See, Alison isn’t big on deep penetration. She gets off on a lot of clit action. The Pocket Vibe is perfect– four different heads that are easy to switch out, even mid-masturbation, and a twist control that lets her ramp up the action with the kind of powerful motor that gets my baby purring like a kitten every time.

I don’t mind staying in hotels, but it’s getting tedious staying in hotels alone. Saffron can’t be following me around to every major and minor centre in the province checking to see if the towels are folded neatly. They are. Two large towels. I’ll only need one, and that’s a pity. Saffron would look so good coming out of the shower, dark red hair wet and curling up around her face, wearing nothing but a nice, pure white hotel towel. She would have the smoothest skin, rosy from the hot water, and as always her legs would go on for miles...

“I’m going to make you yell.” Troy knows what that means, especially when Marco says it in that tone of voice. It’s a no-nonsense tone of voice, a tone of voice that leaves no room for disagreement.

I just got back from a one-week business trip, and before that my wife was away on a two-week film shoot. Do the math – that's three whole weeks apart. Pure torture! But I’m home, back at the Lover's Arms, with my lover in my arms, and I tell you, there is nothing sweeter than that. She looks unbelievably lithe in a tight, mid-thigh...

Kayla stretched out on the bed and arched her back, with Alison’s tongue tracing a spiral on her neck, just beneath her ear. Such a lovely tongue, all slippery and dexterous. Alison was always horny after a long day of hard work, and moving into their new apartment had taken all day long...

I did not understand what the Student Housing Office was thinking I thought I made it perfectly clear what I was looking for - experienced young people who don’t mind mixing a little sex in with their studies...

The Lovert Arms was built by Beauregard Lovert back in 1941. The 3-storey walk-up was originally meant for single women working for the war effort in Old Beau’s factories. It was a respectable establishment, with the purity of the young women guarded by a housemother, Old Beau’s spinster sister, Even Older Selena.

That’s the official story...