"Isabel brings home a friend. Melissa has to be nice to her as well."
Melissa found herself on her own, at home, on a Saturday afternoon. It was one of those days where Isabel left her to herself. In the morning, she busied herself with all the chores that had to be done before...
"It’s party time and Isabel needs to get ready fast."
“Yes miss, I will make sure,” said Melissa.She put the phone down and went about her tasks for the day. At six o’clock precisely Melissa was preparing Isabel’s clothes that she would wear that evening. The dress was neatly laid...
"I am Isabel’s slave. I would do anything for her. Absolutely anything."
“My name is Melissa and I am Isabel’s slave,” Melissa’s words sounded like an introduction at a Fetish Anonymous group meeting but they were directed towards Amy, Isabel’s friend. It was a fleeting meeting that lasted all of a few...
"Melissa Hammond loved late-night buses, for obvious reasons."
Melissa Hammond loved late-night buses. They were her sexual weakness if you can call it that, with few passengers all desperate to get home from a night of revelry, she drank in the aroma of exhaled alcohol. It was such...
"Having friends over for dinner is not the usual affair in our house."
Pam walked into the room, a glass of wine in her hand and sat on the sofa to my left.“Let me know when it’s stiff?” She said, taking a sip of red.I hadn’t realised I was doing it, but my...
"Suzie arrives home to find – absolutely nothing has been done around the house. What now!"
The things she does, sometimes unknowingly, make me seethe with anger. My petulance gets the better of me, but her ability to work me up into a testy, touchy, and snarky bitch is beyond belief. She’s been home all day...
"Next time you take a shower just wonder what it would say if it could talk."
Hot water surged through my veins, culminating in a stream of liquid that splashed over her face, between her breasts and over her plump bottom.Each drop tingled its way down her silky-smooth skin, kissing those elegant tattoos before falling from...
"Why am I writing a letter? Because he needs to know how needy I am."
To my dearest husband,I want no ordinary lover. I want sleepless nights. I want a fucking storm. I want to be shipwrecked between the sheets, spread-eagled, eaten whole, devoured and left in a half-conscious, screaming and babbling sweaty mess. I...
We entered the swinger’s club; her excitement written in lipstick with the aid of her smile.I watched her flirt and fondle her way through four women before she reached the bar but it was the blonde’s thighs she slipped her...