Boss’s Time

"Young woman surrenders to boss's demands"

Watching him lock the door, Laura was already unbuttoning her dress, knowing that would be the first thing the boss would demand. Among the many items of waste in this storage space, there were convenient broken chairs, scratched tables, a...

Next Time

"Can there ever be a wrong time?"

Uncertainly, she walked, naked, into the bedroom.Also naked, he lay there, eyes closed, cock, semi-flaccid on his thigh. She laid alongside him, fingers stroking his sac, and limp rod.Turning to her, their lips met. A warm, gentle, affirmation. Fingers caged...

Cake And A Gift

"Two lonely people find a way."

Skin to skin they lie, “Only expected cake,” he gaspsShe whispers, “Two lonely people.”“I’m sevent—"“No ages.”“You’ve often brought cake.”“Your birthday.”“Your gift? Touching your breast?”“You’ve always ogled them. I wanted your touch. Yesterday, while gardening, you removed your shirt.”“You noticed?”“From my...

Perfect Timing

"Younger man finds age has a way"

Wet-mouthed from her soaking thighs, her young lover asks, “How long have we got before your husband comes?”Panting feverishly, gripping his solid member, she admits, “Time enough. Fill me again. Lick my nipples.”Tonguing her nipples, he slams his gorgeous piston...

Finding Out

"Sandy's arrangement with her boss seems right."

“Hello, Sandy. Staff all at lunch?”“Yes, Mr Sutton,” she said, admiring his shirt-sleeved figure behind his desk.”Lock the door,” he instructed. “Love your nipples pushing against that blouse.”Some opening gambit, but Sandy responded. “Anticipation.” And lobbed her handbag onto a...

Rain in the Park

"A man and woman seek shelter in a rainy park and surprise themselves and each other"

Thunderclouds quickly cleared the park of people, before spitting their first drops, just as he reached the old boathouse.“Lucky you.” The feminine voice startled him. Huddled on the bench along the rear wall, was the young lady he’d watched at...

Butcher’s Hook

"A knowing look transmutes Sally's Saturday job into a frozen, swollen meat-fest."

Hacking bones, I glance askanceAt Graham in his bloody apronSawing through a clump of muscleTrimming fat and severing tendonsOh, those hands! now gloved and crimsonSkillful as a slaughtering surgeonOperations never ending Always reaping, never sewingGrisly gristle, loathsome lites areMinced for barbecue...