June watched Peter tend to the garden below—their happiness evident, unlike their evening routine. When June's tap on the window caught Peter's attention, her fingers slipped into her body as her true love observed her. June's facial expressions told Peter when she had reached her climax, bringing him joy. After June's pleasure concluded, she opened the window and called out. "My turn in the garden tomorrow," she said, re...

Jack's philosophy had always been to celebrate what he had, not to yearn for what was missing. He lived alone but was well-known in his local area of the capital for his ability to bring a smile where others had failed. While he may not have been able to do many of the things he accomplished in his younger days, he was true to himself, which was what mattered most to him. Taking a trip out of the city and enjoying a day o...

I had just got in from a pleasant evening at my local pub in Wimbledon. I was idly scrolling through messages and deleting most of them. There is so much spam these days. I didn’t recognise P.McIntyre and was seconds away from deleting it when I realised it was from Pippa, the host of the holiday cottage I had rented the previous week. Pippa was absolutely lovely and we had enjoyed a very sexual tryst together while I was...

I was in a deep sleep, sated by several hours of energetic love-making the night before when something in the room moved and I came too quickly. Standing naked at the window with her back to me was Pippa, my lover from last night and the host of the cottage in Dorset I had rented. I enquired if everything was OK? Pippa replied that it was and that her other guests were leaving early. They appeared to be keen bird watchers...

I was looking for somewhere to stay for a few days that wasn't too far from London. I was owed some time off and could really do with some sea air and possibly a chance to use my camera which had remained in its bag throughout a long, grey, wet English winter. I was chatting to a mate about this in the pub one evening when he recommended a cottage down in Dorset about 100 miles south of London. I didn’t pick up on it at t...

It is a brilliant sunny day and we are walking idly, hand in hand. It will soon be time for me to go and we are trying to make the most of the passing hours. We are at the county fair, admiring the floral displays, sampling the traditional foods and beers, and giggling as we speculate on how long it will be before the high mannered woman with the perfect nose and fine stud roan grabs the buxom blond country girl slopping...

I had lived in the city all my life, I didn’t want to anymore. I had grown up, married and had children in the city. After my kids had married and my husband passed away, I had nothing holding me back. The stench of fumes and the noise was another reason to go. I wanted the clean air and the quiet life. I researched and researched where I should go and found a small village with big parks and walks in the vicinity. I didn...