Out of season seaside hotel; crumbling masonry, fading glamour and audibly complaining bed springs. With looming deadlines we pull an all-nighter; writhing obstinately on starch stiff sheets. Her tongue slathering expertly through dewdrop glistening petals, fingers probing, juice-coated, into demanding, insatiable holes. Persistently driven to where sight becomes starburst. Breath, endless ragged gasps. The only sensation...

Creamy globules decorate my thighs, clinging jelly-like to skin as they resist gravities urge to descend helter-skelter towards impeccably shod feet. Leaning across her sedentary form my tongue pries lips apart and dances in her dribbling cavity of desire. Furious public blushing ensues as she struggles, trapped betwixt propriety and lust. She tastes of cappuccino; fevered froth and the bitter pleasure of infidelity. And...

"Because." "That's good enough. I don't have to explain myself." "I prefer you this way. You're more manageable. Better behaved. Less selfish and more attentive to my needs, my wants and my desires." "Your wants aren't important. My wants are your wants. Yours are just animalistic carnal hard-wiring and we're both far too sophisticated to be reduced to rutting beasts." If I wanted a neanderthal you'd be wearing a fur posi...

"Stop squirming. Ankles wider. Better." "A base layer of crushed ice." "One part cranberry juice. One part orange juice." "One part yummy, yummy vodka and two parts peach schnapps." "I had to go and buy a bottle of peach schnapps. Now doesn't that make you feel special." "Glass cocktail stick to stir and then garnish with an orange slice and cocktail umbrella." "Now that does look appetising." "Ohhh, do stop humping nothi...

"Sex is about power." Unconvincingly she crosses her denier-clad legs, skirt ridden upwards to high thigh, glossed and manicured nail teasing at an imagined snag in the fine weave just above her knee. Her enfeebled, barely contained, lust lapping weakly against my skin. "Is that so?" One of us nibbles on a bottom lip, eyelashes fluttering unhelpfully, as a delicate flush of scarlet adds colour to blusher-decorated cheeks....

Second cousin, twice removed. Tongue-tied and suffering at the proceeding's periphery. All gawky indifference, sharp elbows, and protruding collar bones. Decked out in bridesmaid's boutique; a vision of bows, flounces, and rustling apricot satin. Murmured words in her shell-like; entreaties to naughtiness as champagne bubbles tickle her nose and my fingers trickle across her back's exposed skin. Tiny crimson tramlines ind...

Conjoined since nursery. Primary, all entwined fingers, pigtails, and secretive notes. Secondary, the same options and snogging the same boys as adulthood beckoned. Nowadays they had matching phones, Apps, and accessories. 'Toys for life. Toys for living.' Dianne's finger hovered above the low-lit screen before bursting to life with a squiggle of movement. Instantaneously the vibe in her cunt exploded in a rhythmic dance...

Sprawling, earbuds-nestled, skin-writhing atop flesh-warmed leather. Leaving traces of moisture in my wake to decorate its welcoming caress. Podcast me baby. Whisper sweet entreaties into my receptive, wanting aural canyons. Sibilant s-es slithering seductive, singing sonatas to my supine form. Demanding d's directing digits to delirium. Digits lost amongst juice-slick folds as nailed tips bury themselves cuticle deep in...