During my first term at college, Naomi Kurtz was my fuck-of-the-month. Actually, the fuck of several months. A spoiled, girlie brat in designer labels, Naomi was allergic to studying and hard work. But she had the face and body of a straight A pole dancer, so I wrote papers for her and let her take the credit.Naomi had an idiot BF named Kyle. He called her Princess and she acted like one. His boy band good looks and unlim...

 The silky tick of a Regency mantle clock and the drifting calls from a nearby rookery are the only sounds to break the opulent silence of the panelled library.You breathe in the atmosphere of a carefully created man cave.There's the smell of freshly cut flowers, polished walnut and antique books. You can smell expensive leather armchairs and faint echoes of single malt Scotch whisky and Havana cigars.The room has an into...

Charlotte crumpled up the letter with both hands. “He's such a gutless, fuckwit,” she groaned. I laughed and said nothing. “ Get this crap,” she snapped, “Liam, my hot shit, wannabe lover dreams of my warm lips and fragrant hair.” She didn't pause for breath. “For fuck's sake, if only he dreamed of tearing my clothes off and cumming all over my tits.”She broke off and howled like a she wolf and we both collapsed onto the...

Friday, I was a dirty bitch. A panting, squirming, after office- hours, cum slut. And, by the way, I loved every fucking minute of it. And I'd do it all again tomorrow.Mike and Jed are the star stud muffins from Accounts. I really should know better than to let them start me up. But start me up they do.There are just us three, late in the office, thinking about the weekend. Mike sits on my desk. “Hey Madison, you beautifu...

Edward read Emily's text during a hold-up in the late afternoon London traffic, but he didn't reply. He'd wait until he arrived at the airport hotel. And he wanted to decide if he should mention Paul Henderson's wife.He could have jumped Lisa Henderson - he should have tumbled her right there across the Henderson kitchen table like she wanted him to. But he didn't. He could hear Emily say near misses don't count and, of c...

From her fourth floor office, Miranda watched the street below. Hard sunlight created deep shadows and a breeze half-heartedly stirred leaves on the trees. A black London cab stopped at the opposite kerb. The lone passenger was a tall blonde in a summer dress. Her arms and shoulders were bare and tanned, her legs toned and shapely. Miranda saw the jut of high breasts and the breeze whipped her dress up around her thighs....