The office was nearly silent. Just the low hum of emergency lights and the occasional creak of the air con struggling against the summer heat. Tom took the stairs because he was not eager to reach his destination. He reached the top floor and paused outside the frosted glass doors of the executive suite, heart ticking just a little too fast. He wasn’t sure what this meeting was really about. He’d just got an email from Ca...

From the outside Miguel looked like the perfect family man. He’d emigrated from Spain to England twenty-three years ago, started a successful business, married his beautiful wife Lisa, and had a son, James, who was now at university. However, Miguel knew he was a bad man. His current sin was that he was staring. He was staring at Chloe, James' girlfriend, whom he had brought home for Christmas. She was twenty, petite, and...

The kitchen felt smaller with him in it. The clock ticked too loudly, and the unpaid bills sat in a messy pile on the table. Cassie stood in the doorway, arms folded, trying to look calm while her heart thudded in her chest. Her landlord Josh leaned against the counter, broad shoulders filling the space. His eyes went straight to the papers on the table. “You’re two months behind,” he said. His voice was low and steady. “...

It had been a long day. I sank lower into the bath, a wine glass perched by the taps, candles flickering. I sighed, relaxing in the peace and quiet. The door creaked. Perfect. “Darling,” James called, his voice full of mischief, “I have returned from the library bearing erotica of the most educational variety.” I grinned. “You got me smut?” He knew I liked reading spicy novels, but he’d never brought me some home before....

Dawn woke with a headache that felt biblical. Throbbing behind the eyes, mouth dry as an old sock, with the faint stench of stale tequila still clinging to her breath. Her knee hurt, a lot, and she wasn’t sure why. The duvet wasn’t covering her. Neither was anything else, come to think of it. She was flat on her front, completely starkers, head buried in the pillow, and she could feel the air brushing softly over her bare...

This story is based on a real evening with my husband. Personal information has been removed, and a few bits have been changed to make it a better story. I often get myself very worked up writing and then have some fun with my husband when he gets home. This time, I took it a little further than usual, thanks to some inspiration from a chat. It started with a cat pun. I should have been editing. Instead, I was on my third...

The castle was perfect. Perched on a windswept bluff in the Scottish Highlands, it had been converted into a luxury wedding venue years ago, it's crumbling stone walls rebuilt and restored. Tartan drapes. Antique chandeliers. Exquisite battlements looking out over manicured grounds and the wild surrounding highlands. Isla Blackwood stepped out of the hired car with a duffel bag, a headache, dreading the weekend to come. T...

It had been months since that night in the woods, and none of us had been the same since. There had been no blazing row, but there was a distance, a tension now that hadn’t been there before. Evan’s and my sex life had taken a nosedive; we were having sex less than we had even when we’d been fucking Jess and Liam. From what I’d gathered, things were no better for them. I’d still talk to Jess occasionally, but I’d never ta...

It had been a few months since that first camping trip where we’d finally crossed the line and fucked people we weren’t married to. After that, the floodgates opened. We’d been meeting up regularly. In the last two months, I’d had more sex with Liam than with Evan. I caught myself craving him. Craving the way he took control, the way I came so hard I could barely stand afterwards. We’d agreed on new rules. This wasn’t a g...

The storm hit in seconds. One moment we were laughing, mud flicking up around our boots; the next we were sprinting through the trees with rain coming down so hard it stung. By the time we reached the tent, we were drenched, soaked through to the skin. Evan yanked the flap open and shoved me inside. Liam and Jess tumbled in behind us, dripping and breathless. The moment the zip closed, the hammer of rain on the nylon drow...

I topped up everyone’s glasses; the four of us were sunk into our dining chairs, plates scraped clean, the room smelling of roast garlic from the finished main course with overnotes of caramel from the pudding, which was still in the oven. Jess gave me a grin. “The wedding is getting really close now.” “And it’s you we have to thank for it,” Liam said, nodding over at me and Evan. Jess nodded. “True. If you hadn’t dragged...

I’m already sweating before the halfway point. The sun’s out, hard and bright. Air’s still thin from the climb. My body moves without hesitation. I’ve done this so often now I don’t think about the steps. My thighs burn. My calves stretch. My core pulls tight with each shift of weight. My body knows what’s coming. It wants it. I reach the flat before the ridge and drop my pack against a boulder. I pull off my boots and so...

The smell of coffee was the first thing that coaxed me downstairs. At some point during the night I had ended up snuggled up against Nina, and it had been very hard to leave that position. Elliot was already in the kitchen, whistling to himself as he stirred porridge on the hob. “Morning!” he said cheerfully, glancing over his shoulder. “Sleep alright?” I managed a small smile. “Yeah. Slept like a log.” He nodded, turning...

I had been invited to Elliot's family home for Christmas. My own family were away, in Shanghai visiting my sister, so I accepted his offer, figuring it would be a quiet, cosy holiday. What I hadn't quite expected was the minefield Elliot had accidentally made. Both his parents would be there. Andrew and Nina. Divorced now, and not exactly on warm terms. Not after Nina had fallen pregnant by Jamie, one of Elliot's old uni...

You’ve heard the story, haven’t you? The Princess And The Pea. A sodden girl rolls up to the palace during a thunderstorm, claiming to be a princess. The crafty queen decides to test her by placing a pea under a mountain of mattresses because she couldn’t have some common sort marrying her darling prince. Miraculously the princess tosses and turns all night, unable to get comfortable. In the morning the queen reveals that...