Rick Lovett had no inkling, on arriving at Eastleigh Manor, of how comprehensively his marriage vows would be tested that night. How could he? His wife had accompanied him to the Christmas festivity, and even had she not been by his side, the moments he’d...
Roses are red But fade when they’re plucked. Asses are heart-shaped And this girl’s is… It was the Valentine Celia hadn’t dared dream would happen. As she wrapped herself in red and applied crimson lip gloss, she recalled his welcome in Java Moment only t...
“‘To have and to hold’–that's what you said at the altar, right? “Well, this ex-boyfriend still has a hold on you, it seems. Seeing how I'm having you while holding down your quivering flesh in your newly carpeted living-room more firmly than your doting...
"No," said Essie's vocal coach, "just because you greet me at the door in something skimpy and provocative, you don't get to take control of the lesson. “Your parents pay me handsomely to provide you with tuition, and that's what I'm going to do. “Feel th...
'Mind if my study partner, Stephanie, comes round?' Brian asked his dad. Alec had no problem, especially when he met the sexy bookworm. His son was clearly besotted with the girl, but clueless how to progress from the friend-zone. Encourage and advise his...
It was a sweeter than average Saturday night at the office. Georgi Devereux was wrapped around my girth and sucking like a milkshake addict trying to drain the glass, and I was having a grand time. Then France’s finest, Claude Debussy, interrupted us and...
In her bedroom Neely had done the low-budget equivalent of lowering the lights. Two small lamps were burning, from bookcase and bedside table respectively, and both dresser and headboard had been decked out with strings of multi-coloured Christmas bulbs....
Extract from ‘Don’t Write Off Religion Yet’, a newspaper feature by Raymond Archer. We secularists use caricature to dismiss modern religious faith. We’ve got our list of favourites. The frothing fundamentalists, pronouncing fatwas and shooting abortionis...
Ray walked Neely in reverse, keeping hold, till her calves bumped the bed. Then he was guiding her down onto the covers with his frame still tight to hers, easing her fully onto the bed while staying close on top, the trunk of his body between her parted...
04/07/10 12:58 GMT Well Carlotta— My strategy is about to pay handsome dividends. Come Monday 12th, you’ll be making good on every rash promise you’ve made. I have here a text message from the divine Miss Jordan, suggesting supper at my apartment this eve...
Sapphire knelt like a good naked girl before the two quivering and manly fuck-poles. She reached out to caress the throbbing erections in both her palms and … “Oh my Lord …” This was so foolish. To be returning to Odyssey of Lust when Neely knew Ray was o...
26/06/10 11:26 GMT Carlotta— Right. Couple of developments since yesterday, both mildly problematic. Work is required on more than one front. Well, it keeps a guy focused. Neely called earlier, trying hard to sound calm and measured, but most definitely f...
Neely forgot Jasmine’s personality-glitch as her own clouds of moral confusion returned to hover over her all the way to the café. She threw herself into work, chattering to customers as distraction from a swarm of thoughts which buzzed like her new toy....
24/06/10 23:12 GMT Carlotta, let me explain. Fucking roommate Jasmine was not part of the plan. Obviously. It happened spontaneously, explosively, as these things do with girls who don’t have Neely’s kind of scruples. And are inebriate. I went around ther...
The drums continued to thunder and fireworks lit up the night sky, as Lucas and Paulo led Sapphire hand in hand away from the crowd. Her head was spinning from the cachaca she had drunk. Its taste was still sweet in her mouth. “Where are you taking me, gu...
