Scanning the room, I spotted her. Clare Adams. I had seen her here at the party earlier, but always with other men. She at six feet and I at six-two, we were taller than almost everyone else here. I walked to her, took her hand, and we moved to the wall. "So, how's life in Audit?" I asked. She beamed. "It's wonderful. I thought I would end up working at a CPA firm, but banking is much more interesting. I never got the cha...

It was a fire that brought me here, and a thin wall separates us. I hear her groans of surrender, and I was on the cusp of sleep; they must think I am. It prickles inside me, an unwanted sense of excitement swells, helpless to the easy heat that rises. That sense of restlessness awakens me fully, and I listen, still in the silence. My imagination riots, painting moving images to accompany what I hear. Down to my panties,...

“Kinky Advent Passes?” Jake read with a raised eyebrow. “You’re the one who’s always telling me I’m too ‘vanilla,’” I said, rolling my eyes. I always hated how everyone lorded their sexual prowess over me. So, I wasn’t a slut in college, big deal! “Here’s your chance to dip my toes in the kinky waters. You fill out what you want me to do and fill the advent calendar, and I’ll open one a day for the twelve days leading up...

December 20th, Day of Saint Dominic of Silos. Months ago, quite by accident, I discovered in my study a hidden spyhole in the oak panelling by the alcove in which my desk is situated. This cleverly constructed contrivance has allowed me, at all hours, to keep watch upon my studio, which is situated on the floor directly below. The studio is a well-appointed, warm and spacious room, brightly lit by several large windows. I...

“It was good of my parents to take our two children to Alton Towers. They will be able to see all the Christmas decorations there,” John remarked as he came up behind Janet, his blonde, playful wife, whom he often called JJ. She was looking out the kitchen window at their well-kept back garden, which, in the summer months, was a kaleidoscope of colours. But now, in the run-up to Christmas, it was nothing more than a misma...

Scanning the room, I spotted her. Clare Adams. I had seen her here at the party earlier, but always with other men. She at six feet and I at six-two, we were taller than almost everyone else here. I walked to her, took her hand, and we moved to the wall. "So, how's life in Audit?" I asked. She beamed. "It's wonderful. I thought I would end up working at a CPA firm, but banking is much more interesting. I never got the cha...

Paul had to go to London for a few days; he had meetings in Whitehall, all very hush-hush. I don’t ask, and he doesn’t say. Frankly, I don’t really care. When I ran my own consultancy, I had to undergo security vetting, which meant there were many secrets I couldn't share with him. Now, I just do occasional work for the government, all very quiet, all very hush-hush. “Can you pop in on Dad while I am away?” Paul asked. “I...

The mall was crowded. A long line had formed to see Santa. The next customer was a pretty blond with blue eyes. She sat on his lap, hiking up her short skirt and wiggling her butt to get comfortable. She pulled her shoulders back to reveal a pair of swollen tits pushing out from a tight Christmas sweater. Santa smiled at her with a twinkle in his eye. “Aren't you a little old to be asking Santa for gifts?” “Not at all,” s...