"Merry fucking Christmas!" she railed to herself as she waited beside the baggage carousel for her bag to come around. Christmas crap was everywhere. It hung from every wall, streetlight and window, and it assailed her senses at every opportunity. Festive music tinkled through the airport, the cabin crews and ground staff wore Santa hats to jolly everyone along through interminable delays, brightly coloured lights glared...

From It’s Not Unusual – 1 He eased her back onto the stool, her naked body a feast for his eyes. He kissed her skin everywhere, moving his lips down over her stomach to her shaved Mons. She parted her legs, her breath coming in short, wheezing gasps as her pussy burned with expectant need. He opened them further, his tongue already touching her pink wetness and drawing deep agonised moans from her as it moved slowly betwe...