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Accidentally Overheard Story Notes: This event began with Pitch Dark- The Encounter… There are many real-life distractions at the moment, hence the brevity of this piece. His curator and his lovely new friend were in the adjoining bedroom while he dressed. An ongoing conversation there was only a murmur through the walls, and of no interest to him. He finished dressing, and wanting to pass to the living room, opened the bedroom door.…
Of Quick but Deep Desires They were enjoying some espresso, and one of them asked where he got his writing ideas. It wasn’t as simple as this, but a thought crossed his mind. “Right now. Everyone. Think up a madness.” The couple within this small group quickly huddled. It seemed like they had the same thing in mind, because they answered within seconds. “It’s been too long since we’ve spent an entire weekend,…
A New Chapter Story Notes: This storyline began with a three-part series, here: Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. I’ve always wanted to revisit it. She walked in, and little did he know she had something deliciously evil in mind. “Remember that story you wrote about anonymous sex in the pitch dark?” “Yeah, it was a three-part series, one of my favorite stories, because it’s also a favorite fantasy.” “Well, your birthday is coming up,…
He was The World Voice of Experience but they didn’t listen. Story Note: A totally G-rated, innocent Spring Break conversation with some young adults, ladies and gentlemen- quiet and serious ones at that – about what to do in Amsterdam as a possible destination evolved (devolved?) into something else in my mind… so I started writing. “Amsterdam? For a week? It’s beautiful, but cliché. So many of our fellow countrymen think it’s all…
He Was the Guy With the Code Story Note: After so much time away, I guess I’m putting out two pieces in rapid succession, even though this one is short! If you haven’t seen it yet, please check out my other new story this week, “A Gift and A Challenge”. Two couples at the secret entrance, a doorway which led to a quiet speakeasy bar, a speakeasy of the kind that are not…
It’s Her Way of Saying “Happy New Year” Wishing a very belated Happy New Year to all of my readers! May you have a great one! … and welcome to this new series of stories! Mel’s an old friend, just a friend (especially because she only likes girls) but a dear friend, and apparently this year would begin with her also being a Lady of Mystery. She said, “I’ve got a New Year’s…
A Confessional Scene: A variety of friends from certain types of gatherings of the hedonistic kind… A lady friend, “Whoa, you haven’t been with or even met Nellie? How can that be? You’ve got to meet her! She drives me wild in bed.” Another lady friend, “I’ve got to introduce you two! She’ll love you… and just wait until you learn her secret.” A couple of guy friends, who apparently had met Nellie, “Duuuuuuuuuuude.” And so…
A Somehow Sexy Geocaching Tale Story Notes: I was recently thinking about how most of my written pieces here are 1-3 minutes in length… and that I hadn’t really released any long-form stories in quite a while. This longer tale is written in a sort of a sexy sci-fi theme, with a few comedic twists. It has an ending, but I plan to add to it. I’ve already written outlines for extensions and even…
Seize the Moment, Seize the Day A long, narrow, cozy lounge room, perimeter lined by a comfortable red sofa. Glass-topped coffee tables in between the long sides. Condoms in a bowl. Silent porn playing on a TV mounted high in the corner, facing both this room and the L-shaped room extension that housed the bar. An always-eclectic mix of soft pop music playing from unseen speakers. A metal wall-hanging at the closed end of…
The Adventures of Random Chance They were two old friends (since childhood) traveling on vacation, winding down a country road in their rental car. The friend who was driving spoke. “You know, there’s an unofficial tradition there, that you will first be intimate with the lady who is called to escort you to your locker. They’ll usually wait for you at the bar while you shower unless another gentleman finds her there first.” They were…
Now in Spanish, Just for Fun… A ella le encanta el espectáculo, el “show” Story Note: This story was originally written from a spark of an international nature, a brainstorm with a Spanish-speaking friend. I originally published it in two languages, but found that the machine translation messed up pronouns and such, so that sometimes it was hard to figure out who was doing what to whom! I removed the Spanish version, intending…
She Became a Curator of His Experiences She knew his inner-self, his sexual and sensual soul probably better than anyone in the world. She knew the extent of his adventures, his cravings, his bucket list. Even when he was celebrating his hedonistic soul hundreds or thousands of miles away, it would never be long until a narrative, a full report would come her way. Discreetly, of course, to protect the guilty and the innocent.…
It Was the Last Thing He Ever Expected He was in that blissful state of almost-sleep when the phone rang. Well, a phone at least. It wasn’t his ringtone. He rummaged though his belongings and the furniture surrounding his bed, trying to track down the source of this strange ringing. Once he found the cell phone, he dropped back onto his bed at the same time that he swiped the answer button. The unmistakable…
The adolescent part of me that remains in my brain wrote this. Heading down the block to my car, parked in a small lot at the end the street, I found myself walking behind an absolutely beautiful woman. She was 20-25 years my junior, dressed nicely, some would say a bit revealing, but dressed smartly. The needle on my Walking Down the Street to My Car Lust-o-Meter pegged at 11 out of 10,…
She Loves a Show When it became an intimate gathering for three instead of four, Lady B huddled with Sir B, in order to let him know her limits to their newly-shaped evening. The new rules were roughly the same, as they were gathering to watch and be watched, after all. This is what both couples liked, and in the absence of Lady C this evening, they all decided not to let the evening…
Welcome to My Lair. Join me. Step into my suite. There are ample furnishings, all in supple leather. There are large beds, plush and soft. And a room where wood and iron are the theme. If only these walls could talk. But upon entry you will become part of their story. — Fifty Copyright © 2025 FiftysLair.com™ | FiftyWrites™ | Fifty’s Lair™ | FiftyWrites.com™ All Rights Reserved.
A Night in the Caves He walked down the beautifully tiled staircase leading into the depths of the wine cave. Like so many architectural details in Europe, these tiles and their ancient patina added to the feeling that he was not only descending into something dark, but descending into time itself. These stairs were like so many others, different others. Downward stairs leading beneath an Italian castle, upward stairs leading into an Austrian ex-ballroom,…
Un adieu à mon bordel It was one of a kind. It was the first of its kind. It was a place where the men and women in attendance were ladies and gentlemen, and treated each other as such. A place where posted signs with rules and warnings did not exist. A place where such posted signs were not even remotely required… because these were ladies and gentlemen, after all. They knew the rules…
These Are No “No-Tell Motels”, but They Still Won’t Tell The otherwise-reserved people of Vienna are very sexually liberal in their desires and practices. Case in point… Their version of love hotels, and these are no American no-tell motels. As a friend once said, “when Austrians go out, the question is generally not if there will be sex, but where the sex will be.” In concept they’re like the ones you hear about in…
A 1-Minute Whimsy There are certain legends that are legendary for being legends… where people wonder if they ever really happened. The key party seems to be one of these. The key party was supposedly a 1970’s phenomenon, the ultimate grab-bag event. Couples would deposit their car keys into a bowl, and after the chaste cocktail hour, dinner event, or other social gathering was over, the women would grab an unknown keychain from the…
The Remainder of The First Tale. This tale began here. The violet lighting she was bathed in was soft yet intense, edgy and soothing at the same time. She loved the iridescent effect it had on the metal features of her chain and collar. She also had a glow emanating from within. Her mindset and confidence? Steadfast. Complete. Her desire, willingness, determination? Complete. Her excitement? Complete. But despite her outward composure, no one…
Only One Tale for Now The party attendees were still present along the many soft white sofas lining the perimeter of the expansive room. The house rules and the rules of consent had been reviewed, and normally the serious endeavor of hedonistic physical pleasure would have begun. Today, though, the attendees were asked to wait one more moment for a special guest. After a few minutes of anticipation, a man quietly led the…
It Was Just a Fun, Fleeting Icebreaking Moment The Scene: Just past the entrance door to a party, heading in for the social hour. A couple of sexy MILF ladies in the entry hallway. The first one spoke. They were both full of friendly giggles. “Can she squeeze your butt cheeks just for fun? It’s kind of a tradition for her with all the newbie guys and gals, at least those new to her.”…
I was walking through the lower-floor of an exclusive bordello, a large home in a non-descript upper-middle class neighborhood. It had a driveway, window awnings, porch lights, and a hedge- nothing to distinguish it from any of the other expansive homes on this suburban lane, except for the activities inside. I had just been given the house tour, and was on my way to the bar for a soft drink. I was seeking to…
… And Didn’t Know It for Months The two negligee-clad ladies sat on the sofa located in the breezeway between playrooms. I asked if I could join them, and they patted the empty space between them as an invite. Two charming Latina MILFs, Barbara was originally from Brazil, Vanessa from Venezuela. We had some fun and flirty chit chat, and we all got along fine. Conversation eventually drifted toward what we might all…
Hello sexy readers… I’m finally back with a bit of fiction. For once, this piece is a intentionally comedic and tongue in cheek. I think I share one small thing in common with the great late musical artist Prince… I have so much stuff in the vault that I think is not ready for the world. Yet once again, I skipped all that stuff for this new piece. I just had an itch. …
… wouldn’t have to be compared, would it? The time I had with Briana was amazing. Sexually, she had turned me inside out, leaving me with a memory that I was sure could not be duplicated. How could you improve on perfection? For this reason, I didn’t pursue her the next time I was at the same upper-class bordello, despite her early-20’s youth and radiating beauty, her tight, curvy body, her pretty face, her…
Non-fictional Fiction- It Really Happened Just Like This, but in My Mind What follows here is an actual dream that I had last night. I’m calling this non-fictional fiction, because I am relating this all as it actually happened in my dream- none of it made up or embellished after the fact. It was fun, and don’t the great dreams always cut off once you get to the good part? It’s written purposefully as a…
Most of the upper floor of Hall Mansion was dedicated to a wide rectangular expanse located behind a pair of French doors. Above these doors was a worn, hand-tooled sign, The Society Room, salvaged from the demolished remains of an old speakeasy. This room was originally architected as the mansion’s combination library and ballroom, but no one would hold large dances here anymore. With it’s furnishings and other accoutrements, there was now no space (or…
“Being uninhibited, yet responsible, is sexy”. – Me ** For those of you who haven’t answered this question along the way… What would you do if you were sexually free and unencumbered relationship-wise (via hall pass, mutual agreement, or single status) in a room of similarly available people? No, really, what would you do? No inhibitions. Guilt-free. No consequences. Do you have a list in mind? Things you’ve wanted to do but haven’t done? Things…
The Conclusion It felt so strange, so bizarre to have her lips wrapped around my cock like this, the taste of her pussy still on my lips. It was pure lust. No sights, no light for either of us. Only feelings. Only sounds. Sensations were magnified in the dark. Time was an unknown. We had made out like teenagers, necking, nibbling earlobes, deep kissing, progressing until our lips and tongues mutually explored each other’s bodies.…
Pitch Dark- First Encounter, Part 2 The next day, my appointed day, had a bit of an edge to it- not only because this long-awaited encounter was really happening, but also due to the excitement of the first time. When evening finally came, I arrived at my antechamber, my appointed dressing room. I showered, dried, and donned the fuzzy robe provided in my locker, then flipped the light switch to the dim red lighting…
I reserved late and was lucky to secure a two-bedroom suite. This suite has a full kitchen with a dinette and a living room with an L-shaped sofa and armchair, adjacent to a patio door leading out to a balcony. Each bedroom has its own spacious bath and king-size bed with an adjoining armchair and ottoman. Large picture windows keep the room bright when desired. There are lots of places to fuck. I just finished…
Pitch Dark- First Encounter, Part 1 Not everyone can handle the pitch dark. In a darkened room, there is always some light creeping in through a crack, or from a clock. Unless they have gone deep into a cavern and turned off the lights, most people have never been in the complete dark, absent of even one photon of light. But those who have, know how much the remaining senses are heightened to a…