It was a long trip home after the baseball game. I know your team lost in the finals, the streets and the trains were packed, and all you want to do is finally make it home through the crowds, the kids and the sticky summer evening heat. You declined the invitations to post-game drinks, and it’s the sofa, a cup of tea, and to be off your feet that you need most right now. I know all this because, as always, you’ve been te...

After the escapism of Tim and Becca’s passionate tryst, Tim finally buried his head into his work. Becca sat quietly, reading a novel she’d found on Tim’s shelf and did her best not to distract him. Except for the odd goofy grinning glance between the two, Tim finally got into his flow and finished his work. By the time he rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock, it was nearly 4 p.m. The entire afternoon had slipped away...

The Range Rover crunched into the driveway, headlights sweeping across the quiet street. Rachel leaned across the console, her lips brushing Tim’s ear. “Up for something naughty?” she whispered. Tim laughed under his breath. “Rach, you nutter, what the fuck now?” “The Andersons have a gorgeous pool.” She gestured with her head towards the other side of the gate, cloaked in darkness. Her lips grazed his chin as she whisper...

I gripped the squash racket tighter than I needed to, knuckles white, trying not to curse as Rachel stole another point from me. Four in a row. My coach had promised me a solid opponent but when she walked onto the court, ponytail swaying and a casual little smile playing at her lips, I’d been caught off guard. I’d expected someone tall, broad-shouldered, built like a machine. Instead, she was small, trim, effortlessly pr...

2004 “Tim, I can’t believe we’re finally back here.” It was all I could say as I waded through the waters. Knee-high, they lapped coolly against my bare thighs, fresh and anchoring me in the stark reality of this moment. It was every bit as sunny and picturesque as the last time we had made the mile-long crossing, several years before. Weaving through the reeds and willows as I finally hit dry land again, I climbed the hu...

Tim is standing in his kitchen, and I just can’t help myself. It’s a tough balance, giving him the eye just enough for him to notice, but not so much that his wife Julie will catch on. She’s busying herself washing salad leaves and clearly has absolutely no idea what she let herself in for when she invited me into their home. We met a week ago at our running club and hit it off so well that I’m already in her trust and in...

“Jesus, Sis. Nice work!” Rachel whispered to her sister Katie, whose boyfriend Ryan was lifting one of their heavy bags out of the back seat of their car. A heavy bag in each arm, his muscled flexed and the sisters found themselves enjoying an indulgent moment, taking him in. “You look so happy, Katie. You’re practically glowing! Honestly, you just get more beautiful every time I see you.” “Oh you’re the best, Ra-Ra.” Kat...

My wife is napping in darkness as I return home, exquisitely sprawled on our bed, impossibly sexy in her scruffy old nightshirt. I strip and slip in behind her. Naked beneath the shirt, my fingers float softly and enjoy her every curve. I lovingly close in, awakening her pussy with soft fingers. We kiss. Instinctively, she sighs, opens, pulls me to her. I cup her face. Then freeze. “What? Why…?” A finger to my lips, I’m s...

“Sonia, if Rupert could stop groping you for a while, we’re meant to be planning our houseparty, which is only a week away!” Lucy gave them a sassy eyebrow raise, throwing a pointed stare at Rupert’s hand on Sonia’s midriff. “And you two!” She glared at Sonia’s hand, high on Tom’s thigh, on the other end of the same large sofa. Sitting opposite them in her armchair, Lucy playfully called out her drunk, horny housemates. T...

“Oh my god! You cheeky bitches!” Jim whispered under his breath to his fiancée Helen, as she danced with her new best friend, Clara, winding Jim up, pretending to kiss her. Jim was frustrated, in every sense of the word. He’d had a horrendous day, after waking up at 5 am, his alarm cutting him off from a wonderfully exciting dream. The details had all long floated out of his memory, but he’d awoken with a clear picture bu...

“Kiss all four and I'm yours,” you whisper, as I touch the small tattoo of a number 1 just behind your ear. Softly, I kiss it. My eyes search for number 2, finding it on your breast. My lips comply, less softly. Indulgently exploring, I finally conquer the number 3, nestled where your thigh meets your groin, and devour my prize. “Keep searching.” You eventually moan. Calves, toes, soles. Fruitless. Hips, ass, spine. “Not...

“FUUUCK, BITCH!” I shriek as my hands sink into the fresh snow, victim of your playful shove. Hands bright pink and burning with frost, laughing in the icy night, I press them to your face, squeezing your luscious pink cheeks. Unyielding, you grab handfuls of fluffy snow, barge in under my jumper and torturously seize my breasts. Already hard nipples now blazing, wide-mouthed with shock, squealing out in exquisite, deligh...

“Tell me something, Ryan. Have you and Rachel ever… you know, hooked up or been together?” “What? No. Lara, why would you ask that? That’s crazy. I’m with you here.” “It’s not crazy at all. Come on. The two of you have a thing. It’s kinda obvious. You’ve never kissed her? Or wanted to?” “Ah shush. What are you on about? She’s one of my best friends, it’s not like that.” “That’s not an answer, and it’s certainly not a no....