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...

"Oooh God, I'm going to cum. Don't stop… pleeease, keep going." Despite the sound of my heavy breathing and sweat running down my face, hearing our beautiful neighbour's pleas as I pumped my cock along her smooth anal passage while she wantonly held her buttocks apart was music in my ears. So, how did I get to be banging Danielle's sweet little tushy? Ever since my wife, Andrea, introduced Danielle to me many years ago, I...

"Shit," Samantha cursed, turning on the gas stove. "My phone's in my room." I was sitting at our so-called dining table, having just finished my cornflakes, and admiring her choice of clothing: loose vest and sexy knickers. "D'ya want some coffee?" Samantha asked, filling the old kettle with one hand and pulling at the slither of cloth between her if I might say so, delightful buttocks with the other.  "Well do ya," she d...

Washing the muck and grime from my hands, I was feeling pretty good about myself.  A man had brought a car into the garage, saying his gearbox had gone to the shitter and he could get only two of the five gears. Having been given the job by my boss, I started working on it after lunch, convinced it would be a late one. However, Lady Luck was on my side and it turned out to be an easy fix. Tightening the last nut, I looked...

Impatiently I looked at my watch. Five minutes past the hour, and everybody was getting a bit antsy. Looking towards the back of the church, I squinted, hoping to see some movement.  Nothing!  Just as my exasperation was getting the better of me, a door opened, and glancing over my shoulder, I saw the organist stretch his fingers. Then he leaned forward, and the opening chords of "Here comes the Bride" filled the ancient...

It's incredible how drinking too much alcohol can turn a happily married wife, and mother of a beautiful daughter, into a drunken, cock hungry slut. Take this evening, for example. I usually drink only a glass or two of wine when I go out, but tonight I went with the girls from work to a club and consumed more rum and cokes than was good for me. On one hand, the demon drink helped me lose all my inhibitions — but, on the...

"Dan, Mary-Jayne needs a ride this evening. Her car is in the shop, and she needs picking up from work. I'd do it myself, but it's Wednesday, and I have choir practise." "Uh, what did you say?" I mumbled into the newspaper. My good lady's voice soothes my soul in the evening, but in the morning, I do my best to ignore it. Violently, she ripped the page from my hands, and I looked into the angry eyes of my lovely wife. "Yo...

After wiping up the last couple of puddles, I wanted to throw the mop into the bucket, but I couldn't summon the energy. My arms ached, and my temper was foul as I cast a murderous glance at the washing machine. It sat there, bright red lights glaring at me like small beady eyes, as if to say, "Serves you right," while the round glass door matched the expression of someone who had pissed their pants.  How I wanted to kick...

My cellular chirped, notifying a text message had arrived. "Hello sexy, how are you feeling this morning?" "My ass is sore, but for the rest, pretty fucking fantastic. I'm glad we finally tried it last night." "Shit, I didn't hurt you did I, Baby?" "Yes, at first, but the longer we kept going, the better things got. In fact, I've never had such an amazing orgasm like that before; it was fantastic." "So you're up for it ag...

Stardate 85844.9. Somewhere in the Delta quadrant.   A wave of nausea swept over Captain F for Fiona Ukkers as she gradually emerged from space hibernation. Trying to prevent vomiting only made the feeling worse and, although a descendant of a long line of Amazons, she gagged. Then, despite the disorientation of hibernation sickness, training kicked in. "Stardate SLUTS?" she demanded, loathing the faint tremor in her voic...

Unbelievable how quickly a day can go to the shitter.  Today Lucy suggested having a picnic with her parents. Wanting to make a good impression, I agreed, and pretty soon we were in a meadow surrounded by poppies. After lunch, Lucy's father wanted to stroll along the nearby river, and Lucy joined him, leaving me alone with Andrea.   "I heard you two fucking last night," she said, reaching for my growing bulge. "Got me so...

"Come on up to the house." The intercom system didn't do her justice but hearing Hailey Buchanan's smooth tones was reassuring: I was at the correct address, a stone’s throw from the famous French Riviera. I took a deep breath as the massive wrought iron gates opened automatically and then I slipped the hired car into gear. Late on a Friday evening, my editor informed me that he had rearranged Mrs Hailey Buchanan's interv...

Hello Abigail, Sorry for not writing sooner but things have been a bit hectic the last few weeks, what with Matty and Teresa's wedding. It was lovely to see you and the kids. Mom and dad were looking well, so moving out to the farm with you and Bob obviously agrees. Certainly better than an old folk's home. The house feels empty with Matty and Teresa on their honeymoon. Mind you; I don't think he or any of the other hotel...

  I shook my head, struggling to rid myself of the song I'd just heard on the car radio. It wasn't as if David Bowie was one of my favourite artists, but Changes definitely applied to my frame of mind, and I couldn't get the words out of my mind.  A nervous, secretive smile appeared in the rearview mirror as I checked the highway behind me. Damn those words; they seemed to be taunting me — and my undertaking. ~o0o~  Thirt...

"Hello, Mrs. Norman, what can I do for you?"  I studied the man greeting me and immediately thought, 'Sleazeball.' From slicked-back hair to charcoal grey pinstripe suit, Mr Fuchs exuded the lazy confidence of a Great White Shark coming across a group of floundering baby seals. The obligatory handshake was professional, but what I saw reflected in his eyes — the way he mentally undressed me — certainly wasn't.  Not that I...