Charlotte Dawson read the Washington Post's review of her latest film and smiled. "Mrs Dawson's performance in her latest movie was both talented and shocking. It has to be said, ladies and gentlemen, that this critic, who has repeatedly lamented the actress's work in the past, will henceforth, never be able to watch her perform again, without his memory being plagued by some of the more disturbing images from her latest...

I watched Melina Salonika study her naked reflection, inspecting her so-called imperfections. Tall and statuesque, to my mind she was perfect. With brunette curls tumbling over her shoulders, soft golden brown skin, and a figure to die for, Melina exuded sex. And when she looked at you with those almond coloured eyes, she was irresistible. She raised her hands above her head and twisted her body from side to side. Her bea...

Part 2 The second time Nick and I exchanged bodily fluids, it happened in his apartment in the Christmas period following our camping holiday.  I was still living with my Mom, more through choice than necessity. When my parents divorced, Mom had custody of my younger brother and me and, after getting through my early teenage years without too much trouble, we discovered we actually liked each other.  It helped that Mom wa...

Prologue I was twenty-one-years-old when all this happened. Although a truly unforgettable experience, I didn’t write about it earlier because… in the first place it never occurred to me to do so and, secondly, it's a true story or saga involving real people, some of whom are still friends to this day. That said, all names apart from my own, have been changed to protect the innocent. The rest of the account, as they pledg...

The house was huge. Powerful floodlights lit the garishly decorated building, as it dominated the hill overlooking Los Angeles. Somewhat ostentatious to my mind, it proved yet again that wealth and good taste aren't always mutual bedfellows. That said, I wasn't here for aesthetics; I was here for the money.  I'm a professional poker player, Anthony Daniels is my name, Tony for short, and I can be usually be found in the o...

I grimaced as the tightness in my jeans increased. Not that I was unhappy — on the contrary — but my discomfort was growing and I could do little to relieve it. My prick, which until a few minutes ago was in its normal, dormant state, was now outgrowing the confined space and the strain was telling. The reason for this sudden growth spurt was Suzanne, our next-door neighbour. She’d just popped in for a chat with my spouse...

Previously in "Dirty Tricks" While attending Alexa Grey's, the retiring mayoress's extravagant birthday party, an unknown photographer captures political opponents and electoral candidates, Heather Anderson and Sean McCarthy, during an adulterous rendezvous. After being sent ominous instructions with photographic evidence of their indiscretion, they meet to discuss their predicament, only to have sex yet again. Heather an...

"Oooh, stockings and suspenders. Who's the lucky guy?" Irritation surged through my veins as I tried ridding myself of Dan's hand from beneath my skirt. I love my husband, but he does choose his moments. It was all right for him; he didn't have to go to work today. I did and I was running late.  “Dan, don’t… I haven't got the time."  Hearing the tone of my voice, he gave me the puppy dog eyes treatment and, for a split se...

Heather Anderson’s stomach lurched as she blankly stared at her desk. She could taste bile, she felt like she might vomit. Heather had just emptied the contents of a mysterious envelope that was waiting for her, and the afterglow from the previous night and the glint of her political future had both dimmed. Now her mayoral chances had been snuffed out... Probably. She angrily regretted her transgression. She felt dirty. S...

"I must've been fucking insane," I cussed, staring around the cavernous attic. "Why did I sign up for this?"  "This" was cleaning out my deceased mother's house. Large, traditional, and draughty, she'd bequeathed it to me. But, being a city girl, I'd decided to sell this country dwelling. After a morning of hard graft, broken fingernails, and filling a gigantic skip, what used to be my former home, was now nothing more th...

The WhatsApp selfie couldn't have been more succinct: a full frontal with his erection poking through his fly. ‘Third floor, stationary room. I've got a directors meeting in fifteen minutes and need to relieve the stress it's causing me.’  ‘With or without underwear?’ I inquired. Seconds later, after checking that no one was watching me, I reached beneath my cashmere dress and removed my damp panties. Walking toward the l...

From the moment I first saw her, I instinctively knew Mary-Jayne was trouble. She can't help it, she exudes sex.  When they first started dating, I wondered if my stepson worried about her dressing like she did. To call her attire daring is an understatement. And my wife, who is broad-minded, couldn't understand why her well-mannered, soft-hearted little boy, as she often refers to him, chose to marry someone who dressed...

Although I'm not the devil incarnate, I'm no angel either. With big firm tits, narrow waistline, and up-to-my-neck legs, I know I look good and when I set my sights on having something, I usually get my way. Lately, I've been thinking about Dean — something of a problem as he’s my older sister's boyfriend. After going out for a couple of weeks, Nicole introduced him to our parents. Although we hadn't met, I knew of him va...

I've always considered myself an honest, righteous and faithful man. I love my wife, always have and always will. That's not up for debate. Likewise, I'd never thought of myself as a breast man more a connoisseur of ass. Nothing like a pert little bottom in tight jeans or a short skirt, to get my juices flowing. That was until yesterday.Yesterday, something changed and, or should I say, someone, that someone being Angela,...

"Mrs. Detroit?" I nodded at the young lady holding a name card in her hands. She was behind a waist-high barrier, the last obstacle for passengers arriving at London's City Airport. I watched her move to intercept me. "Mrs. Detroit?" I arched my eyebrows at the unnecessary repeated question but let her continue. "I'm Miss Darcy. I've been sent by Mr. Roberts to look after you." "How did you recognize me?" She held up her...