Catherine The first time I saw Isabella, I was checking into Darwin Lodge. She was sat with an older man taking afternoon tea. Short black hair, olive skin and those dark, unfathomable eyes that made my heart flutter like hummingbird wings. My hand shook as I signed the hotel form. I was exhausted after the long flight, but I didn’t think that was the reason. I glanced at the girl again as she sipped from her cup. Her eye...

Eyes closed, Chantelle’s back arched. A soft, deep moan escaped her parted lips. Her hand gripped mine as Eric’s tool penetrated my wife. Wide-eyed, I marvelled as his glistening rod disappeared into Chantelle’s welcoming snatch. Confused, I watched enviously as her pants grew louder, her stocking-clad legs pulling him deeper into her excited, sopping cunt. “Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum in you!” “Mmmohhh! Yes! Yes, pleeaase...

“Cathy, what are you doing?” “It’s been too long, Sandra,” “You can’t… Ohhh, Cathy! I’ve missed you!” “Like it, do you?” “I’d forgotten how fucking devious your feet are.” “I thought you might need reminding.” “Not here!” “No? Why not?” “Because we’re getting looks!” “Where then?” “I–I don’t know.” “How about my flat?” “I can’t!” “No, of course not! Coffee’s finished, Sandra. I have to go.” “I’m fucking soaking, Cathy! Yo...

I didn’t know it would hurt this much Love Captivated from the moment I first saw you Smitten by your coy smile Your laughing eyes Mischievous grin And unfettered soul In the twinkling of an eye We were wed Joined together for life Fused with a vitality An intimate merging Of two incandescent souls We embarked on our incredible journey A voyage of love and friendship Paddling furiously With spontaneous excitement Plunging...

I remember the joy of your laughter as we escaped to our meadow. Up there amongst the trees and those grass-covered hills, we giggled and danced in the dappled sunlight. With those mischievous eyes you would dare me, and I would strip off my dress and, laughing with delight, we would wade into the stream, splashing and yelling as we immersed ourselves in the icy water. Afterwards, we lay on that tattered old blanket as we...

Prologue – 1924 He cautiously made his way down the narrow stone steps. He could sense the answer was here. All the rumours, the stories–he was finally going to discover the truth. Here, in this small building–in this hidden room–he would prove that it was all a lie; that there was no such thing as ghosts, or wit… It was the tiniest of sounds, but the hair instantly rose on the back of his neck. He turned, and the blood d...

Splat! The sound of the tawse impacting on my bottom reverberated around the room. Splat! My stockinged legs shook, and my buttocks throbbed as each stroke landed. Splat! Mascara ruined, I sobbed as the tears rolled down my cheeks. Splat! My welted and bruised bottom was on fire as my nineteen-year-old stepdaughter thrashed me. Splat! Splat! Splat! Bare arse in the air, my pendulous, naked tits swung as Jenni wielded the...

My wife fucks other men. Our agreement was for one year. Tasting of cum, she returns home with spunk in her ass and pussy, and greets me with a salty kiss. It started as a game. A dare, if you will. The idea excited us both, driving us to emotional highs. And lows. Alone at night, denied her exquisite charms, I dream of her adulterous, wanton snatch being filled by others. I hate it! And love it. Now, she is addicted. Rev...

I glimpsed stocking-tops and a flash of thigh! Swallowing, I quickly looked up. My cheeks burned as her steady brown eyes met mine. Caught! The corners of her mouth twitched. She slowly crossed her legs, deliberately exposing pale lilac panties. A moan escaped my lips. Chest pounding, I bolted for the lavatory. My fingers rapidly brought on a shuddering climax to the image of the beguiling seductress in 17A. When I return...

Deft, prim fingers cunningly caressed me. Skirt riding high, she offered a tantalising glimpse of her creamy white thighs and the tiniest hint of forbidden pussy above her dark stocking tops. Oh, God, I was so close! My breathing grew ragged. Two more strokes and I would… She released me, and I groaned in frustration. My cock throbbed, desperate for salvation. Amused eyes and a wicked smile teased me. Slowly, her hand ret...

Quiet as a mouse, I crept down the stairs of that big old house. Maybe I was more curious than I should’ve been, and the sounds they were makin’ made me think they mayhap wanted to be left alone, but I couldn’t help myself. I figured I knew what they were up to and just wanted to see exactly what they were doin’. I’d heard Mamma and Pappy making those kinds of noises before and when they saw me, they yelled at me to git b...

I have a secret. A dirty, guilty little secret. I smile through the car window and return my wife’s wave as I set off. She doesn’t know, you see. Doesn’t know that once every few months, I betray her trust and go to someone else for sexual gratification. I take a deep breath. It’s an hour’s drive – about the same as the journey to work, only in the opposite direction. As usual, I am in turmoil. My heart is thumping, and m...

“Hey, Sweetpea.” “Oh, Jack! They managed to find you. I’m – I’m so glad you’re there.” “Got here as fast as I could. How – how’s it going out there?” “Oh, you know – could be better.” “Yeah, it does rather look like things have gone a bit pear-shaped. What have you got left in the tank?” “Not long. A few minutes. A last few minutes with you, Jack.” “Mission Control filled me in. They told me…” “Nothing they can do, Jack....

My tunnel is the playground and my enchanted jewel the prize as wicked, indulgent fingers work their delicious magic. Thighs shake uncontrollably as my back arches. I catch my breath and thrust my pelvis defiantly toward the heavens. I begin to melt; my insides turn to liquid delight. My pleading whimper becomes a desolate, sobbing cry as I open my mouth in one final, silent scream. It is my last breath, my last heartbeat...

“I have a present for you.” There is sly mischief in my wife’s sultry voice. I hear the seductive click of her heels crossing the tile. “Kiss me,” she whispers. I feel warm salty breath as our lips connect. I inhale the moist, heady scent as she beguiles her way into my mouth. Our tongues dance, twisting and turning playfully as I immerse myself in her gift, savouring the adulterous offering. With a moan, I welcome its sl...