The month sped by, and I found myself fully immersed in work again throughout October. An unplanned trip back to the States, and the additional preparations that required, meant that my weekends were taken up, and I had to disappoint Cait several times. I was grateful that she seemed to take it in stride, and she even surprised me once, driving an hour up from Abingdon to steal me away for a quick dinner. “My adoring gent...

“Right,” she said, deftly wielding the spatula under the triangle-shaped slice of omelet, and positioning it perfectly on my plate, “let’s have a wee snack, and we’ll get to a bit of housekeeping, as you corporate folks like to call it.” I looked at her quizzically for a moment but was instantly distracted as she bent in a fluid motion to open the oven. My senses were overrun all at once by the wondrous sight of her bent...

Her dark, taught breasts swayed above as she rode me, her moans echoing my own. "You fill me up well," her dusky voice purred. The most beautiful girl in the club had taken me home "for a nightcap." “I can't believe I'm in your bed." “More precisely, inside my pum-pum!” “And I thought you weren’t interested!” “I was playing coy.” Her broad smile suddenly seemed more pointy than I'd noticed before. Her hips ground into me....

It was good to get off the M74 after so many hours. I was relieved to reach Glasgow and to know I was close to home. The east-winding road to Edinburgh is one of my favourites; I don't know how many times I'd stopped along it as a student, just to get out and look at the stars: I hadn't done that lately. Not in many years. Maybe that's why I felt compelled to do so on this night. The rain had let up a bit, so I pulled ove...