I don't have the chance to speak to Abi during class on Friday. The lesson is set aside for a mock exam, but we exchange knowing smiles as she comes into the room, looking sensational, as ever. Her hair is down around her shoulders today, her breasts as pert as ever in her tight white blouse, separated by her tie. The purple plaid miniskirt seems shorter than usual, and her legs are on full show as she had elected not to...

No woman blew Ian quite like Sienna. None would ever come close, and dare he say it; deities probably couldn’t compare either. Hyperbole perhaps, but facts were that for five days spent so far in Bimshire, no other throat performed in accordance with his raw desires. “When can I see you?” he’d text her. “Not today, but I’ll work something out,” she’d reply. Day six arrived, and worry overcame him, even as the cute little...

Another night of disturbed sleep. It was too hot. I was too distracted. Lying next to my peacefully sleeping husband, I tossed and turned; my mind consumed with the thought of my lover taking me over and over again. Every day without him increased my desperate yearning for Dion. I was consumed with an almost frantic desire to be taken by him; to be used by him. The next day passed in a blur of domestic tedium. In the midd...

Liam Reyes tapped the brakes and swung the squad car in behind the silver hatchback, blue lights flashing once across the empty high street. Late Thursday night, barely a car on the road. No reason for anyone to be flying through a red light, unless they were drunk, stupid, or in a hurry. He thumbed the radio. "Control, pulling over a silver Ford Fiesta, single female occupant. Standby." He stepped out into the cool night...

I’m not surprised to find Paige and Maddie sprawled on the lakehouse’s living room couch as I leave the bathroom. They’re munching on cereals, watching cartoons, still in their PJs. “Going for a run?” Paige asks as soon as she notices my clothes. She barely finishes the sentence before half-chewed Cheerios escape her mouth. She claps a hand over her lips, eyes wide, and then bursts into laughter. “Yup,” I smirk and head f...

Alexander's perspective: As we return from, yet, another insipid charity event, I glance at my wife. Staring out the limousine window, she looks elegant in her high-fashion black dress. From her distinguished countenance, no one would suspect that she's a slut who likes to be dominated. I wouldn't have suspected it myself. That is until I arranged to have her followed while I was on a business trip. The detective gave me...

I’m lying in bed, reliving yesterday; I was still shocked. I couldn’t believe I had had sex with my mom. I know socially it’s wrong, but it felt so right, and not to mention good, very good. Reliving what had happened was having an effect on my growing cock. I swing my legs over the side of my bed and stretch; I don’t bother putting on any clothes; just boxers will suffice. I walk down the stairs and hear the coffee machi...

"You're sure you don't mind?" Karen asked while on the phone with her husband, a playful twinkle in her eyes. Robert took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I mean it, Karen. It'll be... exhilarating." He paused. "But remember, it's just a game." Karen nodded, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Of course, darling. I'll be the innocent bystander you just can't resist." She hung up the phone and checked her r...

The Policeman pulled up beside a parked car in the layby at 11.51 pm and motioned with his hand for the man in the driving seat to wind down his window. "Everything alright?" "Yes, officer." The cop saw a young female in a short skirt in the back seat reading a magazine. "What are you doing?" "As you can see we're doing nothing." Funny, thought the lawman. A young couple alone in a warm car and no hanky panky. "How old ar...

The living room was a cacophony of activity. Our nieces squabbled over dolls, while the nephews turned the sofa into a foam dart battlefield. Daniel, my husband, reclined on the other sofa, laughing with his brothers over exaggerated childhood tales. I nestled into an armchair, phone in hand, a quiet observer amid the chaos. The screen’s glow offered a calm reprieve. No one noticed the quiet woman in the corner, not even...