Hi, I'm Andrea, and I want… No, let me rephrase that... I need to tell you about something that happened to me yesterday. Something that has me questioning myself and my values. It all started after I pressed the intercom button on a colleague's apartment building. "Come on up, Andrea." Despite the poor-quality speaker, Danielle's upbeat tone was somewhat unexpected. I hadn't seen her for almost a week because she had cal...

Climbing into the car, I could feel cum seeping from my swollen pussy, soaking into already damp knickers—a sordid, sticky reminder of everything that should never have happened. As if I needed one. "What the fuck was I thinking?" I snapped at my reflection in the rearview mirror, as hot tears splattered down my cheeks. I slumped forward, resting my head on trembling hands wrapped around the steering wheel and cursed my s...

The rhythmic click of heels approaching the reception area drew my attention away from the dog-eared "Good Housekeeping" magazine in my hands. The salon was empty of other clients, and I'd just exchanged goodbyes with the young receptionist. If everything had gone as planned, that meant there could only be one person left—the reason I'd come back here in the first place. And there she was—Cheryl King. She looked radiant,...

Entering our kitchen, I found my wife, Andrea and her boss, Danielle, leaning against the worktop, giggling thick as thieves. "Hi, darling," Andrea said enthusiastically. "Hello, Adam, how are you?" was Danielle's somewhat cooler greeting. I cursed to whichever deity was listening because, after a hard day's work building roofs at twenty-five-plus degrees, my hair was squashed flat from the safety helmet, and my face and...

I heard my iPhone beep, and a small envelope icon caught my eye in the notification bar. My heart sank as I picked up the device, revealing my ex-husband's face on the screen. Without even opening the message, I sensed it was bad news. It was one of those days when everything that could go wrong did. Waking up late, wrangling my rebellious teenage sons, and spilling coffee on my pristine white blouse just as I was about t...

With an hour left for last-minute shopping, I was relieved this festive season was finally closing. Every Christmas song seemed to echo endlessly in my mind, and I'd heard every variation of "Merry Christmas" a thousand times over the past month. Despite my waning Christmas spirit, I looked forward to the company's Christmas party, the first social engagement since my husband left me. Who knows, I might even get laid, I t...

Sitting at the dining table, I tried ignoring the gritty feeling behind my eyeballs caused by the lack of sleep. Tiredness wasn't my only problem. Shame and stupidity are not good bedfellows at the best of times but I couldn't change the past. All I could do now was silently rue last night's decisions. oØo “Can Andrea sleep over tonight, Daniel? It is a Friday after all,” Shannon asked sweetly over dinner. Usually, her mo...

John Detroit glared defiantly at his captives and flexed his muscles. Two of the brawny apes — so-called heavies employed to do the dirty work — stood on either side of the only exit and stoically ignored him. At the same time, the Russian mafia's beautiful but ruthless enforcer, Nikita Tavorik scornfully regarded his attempt at resistance. In truth, despite his truculent glare, Detroit was a scared man. Who wouldn't be?...

Some readers might find this interesting, but others may be scandalised by the contents, especially as it involves my stepdaughter and me letting our desires get the better of common sense. Under normal circumstances, this incident should never have happened, but sometimes life throws one a curve ball that could never be anticipated. Whatever, it's my story, and I'll tell it as it happened. Although an introvert, I've alw...

The late autumn sun was still powerful enough to make its presence known, but it didn't stand a chance against the strong coastal breeze coming off the North Sea. Still, stopping to stare out at the distant horizon, it felt good on my face when the wind dropped for a second. "Shall we go and get a coffee," Dan whispered, his lips brushing my ear. His burly arms were wrapped around my waist and his manly frame supported me...

Lying on my bed, wondering about the vagaries of life, I felt like a million dollars - so good, in fact, not even the warm spunk that was dribbling from my gaping pussy and forming a wet spot on my expensive Egyptian cotton sheets bothered me — Well, for the moment, anyway. To put it blissfully, I'd just been well and truly fucked and was enjoying the post-coïtus feeling of true satisfaction. Then my iPhone warbled, the v...

Observing the three beautiful young applicants through the small square window, I noticed they seemed more attractive every year and sighed wistfully. I watched them examine the blandly decorated reception area and saw that their expectant expressions began to change one by one. Knowing what would happen within the next few minutes, I wondered how many, and if any, would still be sitting there in ten minutes. Despite its...

As Christmas parties go, it had been alright. Everybody seemed to enjoy themselves without getting boisterous, and no one could complain about Steve and Suzanne's hospitality. Their house was beautifully decorated in white and silver tinsel, interspersed with tiny Christmas lights that gave the whole interior a cosy ambience without looking like something out of a Disney movie. The caterers had also done a fantastic job....

"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to the Hollywood Celebrity Entertainment Show. If you've just joined us, here's Joanne with today's biggest news story." "Why, thank you, John. As you may have already heard, there are unconfirmed reports that two-time Academy Award winner and undoubtedly one of Hollywood's most successful actresses, Hailey Buchanan, has been leading a secret double life as Reddits' Beverly Hills Girl...

Having waved off the last guests, I walked into the war zone that was my kitchen. While my husband and his younger brother sprawled in our luxurious armchairs, having succumbed to the copious amounts of alcohol they'd consumed, I stared at all the pots, pans, and dirty plates. Briefly, I wondered why Gordon insisted on inviting neighbours to these bloody awful dinner parties. Most of the men present this evening annoyed h...