"Making up for lost time"
The month following my divorce was a whirlwind of making up for years of sexual deprivation. It didn't take long to find a woman in similar life circumstances looking for nothing more than uninhibited sex. No strings, no relationships, just...
"Drunk and thirsty in the backroom of a bar"
Katie looked around the bar, tapping her fingers against the table as she waited patiently for her boyfriend. Today was a big announcement and she was eager to know what it was.Maybe, tonight is the night he'll finally propose.She had...
"A weekend by the sea goes to plan…"
I woke. And groaned inwardly. What - other than one too many glasses of white wine - had made me confide in Arabella. As my husband showered and dressed, I lay there with my mind racing. My phone pinged with...
"Linda’s night out with the other mums takes an unexpected turn."
It was a Friday night, and a group of us with children in the same year group at school had agreed to meet up for a girls' night out. Everyone had made a real effort with their hair, makeup, and...
"I didn't mean to fuck them. It just happened."
Their cocks pulsated inside of me like terrified heartbeats while I rode them in a nasty cowgirl position I learned from my favorite pornstar. "Fuck!" I screamed.It was the only word that could literally describe the act we were committing,...
"One guy, one bitch - who will win?"
Rick Stevens knew Bryn Thomas was a bitch – a cock tease of the first degree. He had determined this from his frequent visits to the Avalon when he studied her actions closely. As he was a licensed therapist, she...
"A detective agency's honey trap takes a deadly turn."
It was a sweeter than average Saturday night at the office. Georgi Devereux was wrapped around my girth and sucking like a milkshake addict trying to drain the glass, and I was having a grand time. Then France’s finest, Claude...
"Is this really happening? This man is taking my body to his use, and I want him to do it."
I’ve been having a night off and went dancing a little. After hours of dancing, I leave the bar and start walking to the bus stop. The night bus has just left and I missed it."Oh, man," I sigh to...
"A tale involving the entwined lives of three people growing up in 1987"
“I am the guy who was fucking your daughter in Majorca,” went through my mind as I picked up the phone to call Clare. I was nervous as I did not want to have to speak to her mum or...
