"My husband is due home, and I have some explaining to do."
Usually, I am the cool, calm, and collected person in our marriage. My husband is gone three days, and I have turned our ménage à trois with Aveline upside down. He is due home today, and Little Bird is no...
"Office Christmas Party memories...."
The disco ball sparkles, and the incessant bass pounds while he sings about Monroe. The accountants throw shapes on the dance floor strung out by lasers. A badly-timed conga is picking up passengers, spilling Mister Greene’s drink. The salesmen are...
"Could this dress unlock her stifled passion?"
I am the impulse purchase for being horny and having too much lunchtime wine. A fatal combination, and now you are convinced. The tedious rendezvous last night set up by your well-intentioned friends? That was the final straw. Divorce is...
"She never expected to find love at a cafe."
You did not expect me to flutter my lashes, did you? This demure wallflower, dressed in such finery, looking upon my waiter and lingering into your eyes. I was starstruck; there was no other explanation. Your smile rested easily on...
"Rain might stop play, but there is always the car."
Glass mottled by fat raindrops obscured them from discovery in the underlit car park. Only the diffused moonlight threw milky shadows against their bodies. It felt exciting and tawdry; the danger of being discovered outweighed by the need for gratification.His...
"When you get stood up once too often..."
Do I frighten you? Am I asking too much? You stood me up on Monday. I knew you would be late today.I know about the park and those bushes, the lady in the Tabac told me. Curiosity killed the cat....
"Tanya is recruiting, someone should have told his lodger."
It was an accident: he dropped his towel to get in the shower, and Tanya stormed in. Her eyes did not linger on his for long; they soon fixed on his stiffening cock. He knew she wanted to touch it....
"As her husband leaves on business, what is Little Bird up to?"
I was floating on a sea of honey, which was a bittersweet feeling. Martin always did this as a parting gift when he left on business, and Little Bird must have heard our orgasms through the wall.Awoken early, I could...
"Synchronised with its phases..."
Hot air scorches my lungs, and I have lust for blood. I am full of their vitality as a slippery emulsion and mumble broken syllables. By delicious degrees, as one climax ebbs, another swells to its summit.My limbs are not...
"When a drink and a good book are not enough..."
The tiles are cold against my hands, taking his hot lance deeper into my cunt. His fingers slide into my mouth to silence my yelping. The motif swirls as a vortex burrowing into my soul. Sucking them, the notion of...