“I am a collector. An impressive and respected collector. I collect situations. Let me guide you. The moment that’s always the same… I’ll make it unforgettable for you.” ⁃ Mario to Emmanuelle (Emmanuelle, film, 1974) My nickname, my non de plume, my handle, is FiftyWrites™, but you also know me as Fifty. I am a writer of erotica, and an adventurer of the exquisite. I collect experiences, and am always in…
Let’s first talk papayas. In many countries of the world, the papaya fruit is (especially when sliced in half for serving) symbolic of the human female anatomy. In many Spanish-speaking countries, the spoken term papaya is definitely slang for… let’s just say it- a woman’s pussy. In one or two of these countries, they don’t even call this fruit the papaya in mixed company, and instead refer to it as the fruta bomba.…
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.
In Our Own Way The mystery of sexual attraction is in being wonderfully accepting of and interested in different body types, different ages, different origins, different levels of what society might or might not define as beauty. People seek variety, new experiences. People are attracted to people. People of different types bond over interests, stories, a laugh, curiosity, shared travel experiences, love for a video game or a hobby, something nerdy, anything, even just…
It’s So Much Fun to Hold It in My Hands… and the Book, Too. So there was going to be a fundraiser for a cause in which my writing would be relevant, and I figured I would put together a “Best of” paperback of 99% of the content from this site. I would self-publish it, and donate a bunch of copies (only printing and shipping costs for me) to the charity event to…
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…
It’s Been a Crazy Month In a first-time, rare glimpse into life here at the Fifty Writes Ranch, it’s been a crazy October. Although (luckily) not directly affected, we were close enough to the two Florida storms this month to cause lots of preparations and distractions, including a family member within the direct path of the second hurricane. This caused many things to be rescheduled, in what was already a full and hectic October. All…
Part 3 “You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony,…
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.”…
“It’ll be an adventure, just like that hike we took along those seaside cliffs to visit those castle ruins.” “That was a hike. This is a gathering. How do we compare the two?” “It’s not literal. The ruins were an adventurous goal, that had to be achieved through excitement, motivation, effort, and a desired goal at the end of a challenging path. We let down our guard, we took the risk. It was fun,…
… That I Ate Her Pussy. I remember the first time and the last time that I ate her pussy. She was 20 years younger than me, yet her adult sons were the same ages as my own. We had no airs between us, just friendship, patience, willingness to explore, and a frequent desire just to fuck. We also enjoyed lying there in each others’ company, just chit chatting before fucking, during a break…
Subscribe Below Subscribe here: fiftywrites.substack.com/subscribe Why does that link take you to a different site? Updated: October 26, 2024 FiftyWrites.com is my self-built site, and as you can see, it’s always free, with no annoying advertisements, no sign-ups, and no logins. It will always be this way. For additional reach, and to allow you to subscribe to emails of each new piece (which you can’t do here at fiftywrites.com), I also publish these…
It’s a Non-Fiction Day I don’t receive many open comments on my stories. I guess not all readers wish to be visible. But I do receive private feedback via my Contact Me page. (The below was edited in Sept 2024.) With only thirty-ish stories published here, I still have so many in the Vault! The ones in the Vault range from thoughts, to written outlines, to completed stories that I’m obsessing over first.…
Post-coital chit-chat with Karolina, a long-ago co-worker, long-time friend, medium-time friend with benefits. A sweetheart, and a good friend even though I haven’t seen her in six years, until today, when we were afforded the opportunity to renew the in-person part of our friendship (and benefits). She’s German, and now lives here in Austria, having moved from the U.S. five years ago. It’s the next-to-last day of my trip here to Vienna. We’re in…
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…
It takes courage to push yourself to places that you have never been before…to test your limits…to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. – Anaïs Nin
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…
Just for fun. So I was talking with an author friend about “rhyming writing”. I stray far, far away from such challenges, but I then challenged myself to come up with something quick, in a relative instant. Given that I don’t have any stories queued up for you right now, as they are either half-baked or still within the depths of my mind, I present to you… My half-joking, half-serious, all-fun attempt at the rhymin’…
In a rare excursion from everything else on this site, these are not my words… but today, a quote. “I am a collector. An impressive and respected collector. I collect situations. Let me guide you. The moment that’s always the same… I’ll make it unforgettable for you.” ⁃ Mario to Emmanuelle (Emmanuelle, film, 1974)
I’ve liked most every different position I’ve ever experienced… and are there many more left to try? You tell me! But seriously, for me there’s nothing better than the feel of ankles entwined behind my back (or placed on my shoulders, or even held uncontrollably in mid-air) as I thrust my hips between two sexy, beautiful thighs. I love the feel of splitting a women’s thighs with my body, trying to embed my entire self…
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…
You’re in the living room, on your knees in the submissive position, wearing nothing but your collar… awaiting my arrival. The grandfather clock across the room is a bit too old-fashioned, but you know that I require it so that you can always hear the succinct tick-tock to remind you of your 24×7 obedience to me. Every second, every hour, of every day. You know I’m due, but I’m not always punctual. I don’t need…
“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…
I imagine sitting next to you in a restaurant. You look stunning in a sexy dress and stockings. My hand slowly, tantalizingly moves up the inside of your thigh as I whisper in your ear, “Are you wearing the thigh highs?” as if there were any doubt… As my hand reaches the top of the sheer, smooth stocking, I feel the even softer flesh above. My fingers caress the inside of your thigh, my actions…
Why Mom Bods (and Dad Bods) Rule I’m over 50, and I’m not a male fashion model. I’m in Dad Bod territory. But I look fine, young for my age, and I’m within 8 or so lbs of my ideal 162 lb weight. I’m working on getting back to ideal, because I was away five of the last six weeks, and hey, the food was good. You only live once, ya know. I don’t…
An Experimental Story About an Experiment If you are new to this site, please realize I’m experimenting with this one, and you may not want to make it the first story you read. Feel free to check out my Story List for others, then come back to this one! Do you like this story? Please leave me a comment below, or privately via my Contact Me page. ** It’s our first hotel room together.…
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.…
I’ve been busy writing all day, but not stuff that I want to write. Receiving your photos was a welcome distraction, even though I had only a moment to spare. Mmmm, those creamy thighs. Then more writing, writing, and more writing, until I dared to sneak another peek. Oh, to imagine my face and tongue buried against those smooth lips perched beneath that warm tuft of public hair. More paragraphs, like miles beneath a…
You received my text message ordering you to position yourself. A five-minute warning, of sorts. You’ve readied yourself as I desired, wearing nothing but a short dress, sheer stockings, and heels. Obediently, you’re now poised on the side of the bed, bent over, forearms on the pillowed mattress, waiting. You know that I will arrive very soon, but not precisely when. I want you to have the time to think, to anticipate, to savor what…
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…
We were getting a bit warm, and it wasn’t just from the wine. We had started teasing each other, slowly undressing ourselves, watching each other, eventually leading towards you touching yourself and me slowly stroking my cock, with lots of eye contact in between glimpses of what each other’s hands and fingers were doing to our own bodies. Your moans were driving me, and it was so exciting just watching and hearing your enticement,…
To me, sexual attractiveness is 70% or more mental. Confidence is sexy, but that doesn’t mean that you have to be invulnerable. Smiles are sexy, much better than duck pouts. Being uninhibited, yet responsible, is sexy. A sense of humor is sexy. Having an interest that you’re passionate about is sexy. I’ve found extreme sexiness in curvy and thin women, of all backgrounds, in ages from 20’s through 60+ and beyond. It’s all about…
The desperation in your eyes tries to deceive, but I know you’re experiencing only pure pleasure, as you haven’t used any of your safewords. Your hands are restrained above your head, attached to the wall behind you, while the rest of you is exposed to me. Your sore, sensitive bottom stings from the roughness of the wooden platform, reminding you of the treatment I have already administered there, the sweet pain resulting from a combination…
We park in the underground lot, avoiding the parking valet and the lobby concierge. The elevator unlocks with a swipe of the keychain and whisks us to the 19th floor, opening directly into the living room of the borrowed apartment. The large room spans from one side of the building to the other, with outdoor balconies on each end, providing astounding views of the beach on one side, the marina on the other. The building…
Candlelight surrounds the bed, making it a retreat, a cocoon from the outside world. Lying on our sides facing each other, warm flesh against cool sheets, our bodies feel good together. My arm caresses the small of your back as my lips find yours, kissing you long and deep. Our tongues lightly flick together, right before my kisses progress down the nape of your neck. My hand rounds the curve of your hips, and up…
You are dressed up in respectable, smart, but shapely business attire, nice stockings, jacket and skirt, buttoned blouse, heels. But… When I see you I will be amazed that your slut self dared to look and behave so properly. Who are you trying to fool? What are these false trappings you are attempting to hide behind? I will be forced to reveal you for the whore that you are, and make you pay dearly for…
Part 2 We quickly squeeze through the door, which we close with a firm click, as fast we opened it. Our lips find each other and immediately part as our tongues explore the depths of each other’s mouths. Our hands move in overtime, and my fingers explore your curves as I move my lips to kiss your neck, your ears, and then your lips again. I feel your hot breath on my face and…
Part 1 I leave the swirling snow outside as I walk through the double doors of the boutique hotel, along with my co-workers. I’m not sure if you are there yet, because the weather has gone downhill during the day. Since I didn’t know exactly when I’d be arriving, either, I had asked you to wait next to the fireplace at the little bar that comprises the left half of the hotel lobby. I steal a…