The spring air in Paris was sweet with the promise of new beginnings, and I felt it in my very soul as I stood at the arrivals gate at Charles de Gaulle, my heart thrumming a nervous, excited rhythm against my ribs. Jean-Pierre stood beside me, a calm, reassuring presence, his hand resting on the small of my back. I was scanning the crowd, my eyes darting from face to face, searching for the one that fuels my fantasies. T...

After years of grinding through constant work pressure, phones going off at midnight, crises blowing up on birthdays, stress that just wouldn’t quit, we finally looked at each other and said enough. We made a choice. We’re married, yeah, but more than that. We’ve survived a lot together, and somewhere along the way we realized the life we were living was eating us alive. So we made a deal, years back. A small act of defia...

I sent a picture of me in school uniform to my friend Libby’s mobile. After receiving it she called me and said, "I want you dressed exactly like that when I come over on Friday afternoon." Oliver, my husband, was going golfing over the weekend, and Libby was staying at ours, Friday to Sunday. I heard her car pull into our driveway, then the doorbell rang. Dressed exactly as she requested, I made my way downstairs and ope...

Following on from surgery underwent earlier this year, Oliver, my hubby has attended half a dozen appointments with a physiotherapist, one specialising in the manipulation of muscles to treat musculoskeletal pain. They’ve built up a nice relationship getting to know each other and Oliver, I know, looks forward to the appointments knowing he’ll undress to his underwear only, lie on the treatment table, front and back, and...

EIRA Anyone familiar with our ladies’ club will know that as I was the last "debutant", it was now my turn to be hostess. This came with the added responsibility of finding a new debutant and at the end of Part 3 of our story "The Waitress", Emma and I hit on the idea that Becky was the obvious choice. And then, the planned house purchase alluded to in our story didn’t happen because my husband Oliver and I received news...

Emma I was in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell, and it was just a few seconds later when I opened the door. Fortunately, I was able to hide most of my naked body behind the door when I opened it. “Thank you, my lovely,” and the young delivery man turned and smiled as he trotted down the steps and I quickly grabbed the parcel from the step, making sure he got a brief glance at my bottom. One day, I thought, one day, I...

Saturday evening: I’m showered, make-up applied, hair fixed and I’m dressed. Hubby and I are off to the annual ceilidh in the city where once again we’ll meet up with good friends, enjoy their company and drink and dance the night away. Oliver, my husband, has volunteered to drink soft drinks only so he can drive us there and back, and this leaves me free to relax and enjoy a few glasses of nice wine. We arrive to an extr...

The exciting fantasy I shared with the woman I had fallen in lust with was about to come true. I was flying, via Amsterdam from Paris to Stavanger, Norway, a spectacular setting whose natural beauty made it the perfect location to finally meet the natural beauty of the woman I had longed for ever since first seeing her on Lush- Eira. Fortunately, she felt the same way about me. I call her my Norwegian princess. Her natura...

Oh no, please no. I was just so tired. “Eira, wake up, you’re wanted.” Please no, but I knew I had to get up. I felt her hand on my face, and she gently swept my hair off my face and neck, so she could access my collar, and I felt the cold metal of the chain on my arm as she searched for the clasp. Click. I opened my eyes but all I could see was her silhouette against the light from the hallway and, accepting my fate, I r...

And suddenly, it’s Monday morning again. Weekends pass all too quickly and here I am showering first thing before preparing for work and another hectic week filled with fresh challenges waiting to be addressed. Lost in my thoughts, I heard the cabinet door open and suddenly Oliver, my husband was standing directly behind me. He lathered and washed my back, just as he’d done so many times before, then, removing the shower...

“Have a lovely time!” “And you, my lovely. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” and as soon as I said it, I knew I didn’t mean it. “Eddie, forget that. Please don’t do anything I would do!” He turned and smiled and, after throwing his bag into the boot, he climbed in next to Claire’s husband, and off they set. “Eira, it’s me. Are you ready?” “No, I thought you said mid-day.” She sounded nervous, or perhaps it was excitement?...