‘Mel! Do you know where my blue tie is?’ Mel rolled her eyes. Why was it always her job to know where his things were?She ran her fingertips over her vagina, making sure she was smooth. Deciding that she felt suitably velvety she picked up her underwear from the bed, stepping into the pale pink, lacy thong. She fastened the clasp on the matching bra, adjusting her heavy breasts in the cups. Sometimes she missed her perky,...

When the text alert sounded Zack glanced up from the chopping board, wiping his hands on a tea towel, staining the white material with combined tomato and red pepper. He walked to the table and picked up his phone. Mel: Hope you enjoyed today. He nodded to himself. Texts from her were rare and usually meant she had some time to herself after the kids were in bed and her husband was either working late, in his office at ho...

The affair had started several weeks ago. In fact Zack had seen Mel before, crossing the road with her two kids, but it wasn’t until he was parked in the small resident’s car park on her secluded estate that he realised the woman he had objectified to himself lived there. She’d caught his eye because she was the quintessential MILF - pretty, curvy, big tits clamped down in a hefty bra, tight T-shirt and jeans which compli...

‘Have you booked the hotel rooms?’ ‘Yes, I did it this morning.’ Martin narrowed his eyes at his colleague. ‘What?’ the pretty blonde said in mock annoyance. Despite her 42 years, Kat looked ten years younger, slim, toned from regular running and gym sessions. ‘Just because I’m blonde doesn’t mean I’m thick.’ A murmur of dissent at her statement rippled good-naturedly around the office, causing Martin to smirk. Kat rolled...

The scent of wild garlic hung in the air, the delicate white flowers, mixed with blue bells, lining the narrow country lane. All around birds sang, and the only evidence of people were the gentle taps of Darcy’s shoes. The countryside was always quiet, but early mornings held a sense of serenity like no other time of day. She squinted into the low sun and a smile creased her pretty face - she felt optimistic, that feeling...

‘Goodness, Mr. Chambers!’ Talulah Middleton-Jones’s head dropped onto her teacher’s pillow, her mass of dark hair splayed out. ‘Is four times in one night normal?’ Beside her Dean Chambers draped his arm across his forehead. ‘Not really,’ he replied, his breathing beginning to slow. ‘Well, I’m certainly glad it’s Sunday tomorrow,’ the pretty eighteen-year old, said, looking at the expensive watch on her wrist. ‘Or rather,...

I love you, Stephy. Vic x. The writing on the bathroom mirror made Stephanie smile as she stepped out of the bath. It was quite normal for her friend to write messages on her mirror so that they appeared while she was in the shower. Although, the first time she did it Stephanie was half way to convincing herself her room was haunted, but then it dawned on her who the mysterious author was. From then on Victoria always sig...

‘How was it?’ The voice next to her ear made Stephanie jump, letting out a yelp. She turned to look at Victoria. She knew what her friend was referring to, but she was embarrassed, and she didn’t think this was a conversation to be had standing at the coffee bar in the school refectory. ‘So?’ Victoria said, her eyes questioning. ‘Did you -?’ ‘Sshhh!’ Stephanie said, looking around to see who was within earshot. ‘You did,...

Despite expecting the call, the sound of his phone ringing still made him jump. Her name on his screen gave him equal pleasure and anxiety, knowing that any of these calls could be the one where she told him that she couldn’t do this anymore. That the ocean which separated them was too wide, that the stolen phone calls were no longer enough for her. Or that her husband had changed and she was staying with him. Pushing his...

If anyone seated in the cinema screen noticed Dean and Talulah leaving, they didn’t acknowledge it. As per their plan, Talulah left their seats first, Dean watching as his student skipped down the steps, her mass of dark hair bouncing around her shoulders. Waiting until the eighteen-year-old left the screen Dean stood up, walking casually down the steps, out the door and into the box office. Ahead of him, the front door w...

‘Okay, I think we’re done,’ Caitlin said, pressing the stop button on her treadmill and looking over at her friend. Sara was already leaning on the control panel of her machine, her feet on the sides letting the track run between her legs. Caitlin laughed. ‘Or do you want to do another five minutes?’ Sara shook her head, still breathing hard. ‘Note to self,’ she said. ‘Do not hit the gym the morning after your husband say...

‘Good morning, sir!’ Dean Chambers looked up from his phone, squinting into the spring sun sitting low in the sky. The voice that called out to him instilled arousal and anxiety in him in equal measure, but he tried to keep his voice even, noncommittal. If Talulah experienced either or both of the same emotions she didn’t show it. ‘Hello girls,’ he called back to the three students walking down the path leading away from...

Mark knew he’d messed up the moment his wheels hit bottom of the skate bowl. He’d known it as soon as he dropped in, but he was committed. The feeling of weightlessness he experienced at the top of his arc was his favourite part of skateboarding, but this time wasn’t going to be like that. Time seemed to slow as he looked down, seeing his board poised on its tail. It was taking too long to tip over, and Mark knew this was...

‘Excuse me, sir. Sir, could I just get past please?’ Amy sighed inwardly but kept her smile plastered on her face. ‘Sir?’ ‘Dave move. That bird wants to get past.’ The woman reached out and shoved her husband who tutted. ‘Don’t fucking tut at me,’ she snapped. ‘You’re the one standing in the way.’ ‘Fuck off, Julie. If she wants to get by she should say excuse me.’ ‘She did.’ ‘Well, I didn’t fucking hear her. You’re really...

‘Come in, it’s open.’ Jess Stokes turned the handle and pushed open the door. ‘Hello, Miss Stokes,’ Talulah said, sitting on her bed. She was wrapped in a large, fluffy bathrobe, a hint of her deep cleavage just visible. ‘Is everything okay?’ ‘Yes, everything’s fine,’ Jess replied. ‘Is it okay if I come in?’ ‘Of course, Miss Stokes. Please do.’ Jess turned to close the door. ‘Ooh, Miss Stokes, I like those yoga pants. Are...