I was wet. So incredibly, fucking wet. I’d known Sally fancied him; she’d told me. Facing the wall like that, I couldn’t see what they were doing. But I could hear. Hear her giggle. Moan. Gasp. Alan’s eyes had lit up at my cheeky proposal. On returning home, Sally watched mesmerised as Alan scolded me, flipped me over his knee, yanked my panties down, and delivered a blistering, bare-bottom spanking. Now, hands on my head...

Christ, what was Adam doing home? My legs were still shaking, the sheets were stained with cum, and Alex was–where exactly…? What could I do to divert Adam's attention from the overt infidelity of his duplicitous wife? I desperately needed a distraction; something to concentrate his interest elsewhere. Of course! The perfect solution! And a little extra protein wouldn’t hurt, would it? Might have to wash my hair again, me...

“So, Jeremy, you mentioned a fundraiser?” “Indeed. We need a new roof.” “And you're offering...?” “Why don’t you show them, darling?” A short pause. “Oh, my!” “Ah, yes, very nice!” “Splendid, splendid!” “Spectacular…” “Absolutely stunning globes, my dear!” “And what, exactly, can we…?” “I’m sure you can think of something to do with them – just use your imagination.” “Oh, I am, I am…” “Really? Anything goes?” “Absolutely....

Five days to Christmas Deft, clever fingers slowly encouraged my drowsing penis from its slumber. Oh Christ, that felt good… Eyes closed, I was still very much in that semi-conscious state between sleep and wakefulness. With a smile, I remembered what Rachel’s diabolical mouth had done to me the previous night, shushing me with suppressed giggles as my gasps threatened to wake her mother, who was – hopefully – fast asleep...

The pub was crowded and noisy. When I got back with the drinks, she wasn’t there. I raised my eyes in question at Trish as I sat down, but she just shrugged. Quin looked just as mystified. We chit-chatted as we sipped our cocktails – not easy with all the boisterousness going on around us. And each of us separately wondered where my girlfriend had got to that was taking her so long. Several lengthy minutes later, face flu...

Tonight was the night! After three years away on their posting to Beijing, our friends Debbie and Roger were back in town, and we were going to meet them for dinner at Bouchon Racine – one of the classiest French restaurants in London. It was expensive, and perhaps a little pretentious, but this was a special occasion, so we wanted to celebrate in style. And when I say friends, I mean friends! We had had some blissful tim...

York (the old one, not the New…) Sat alone at the bar, I stared forlornly into the bottom of my glass, rejection slowly sinking through my chest to the pit of my stomach. The party sounded like it was entering the cheerfully raucous phase in the private room upstairs, and I thought I could detect my girlfriend’s – correction, ex-girlfriend’s – laugh amongst the depressingly merry hubbub. “Hey?” I turned at the bright voic...

It was New Year’s Eve – again. My parents were away celebrating with friends and not expected back until sometime after they’d recovered – which I sincerely hoped would be the afternoon of New Year’s Day at the earliest. So, I had the house to myself – always an advantage if, like me, you were a horny nineteen-year-old only child and didn’t have anywhere to go with your girlfriend. Opportunity knocks and all that. I was k...

Catherine The first time I saw Isabella, I was checking into Darwin Lodge. She was sat with an older man taking afternoon tea. Short black hair, olive skin and those dark, unfathomable eyes that made my heart flutter like hummingbird wings. My hand shook as I signed the hotel form. I was exhausted after the long flight, but I didn’t think that was the reason. I glanced at the girl again as she sipped from her cup. Her eye...

Eyes closed, Chantelle’s back arched. A soft, deep moan escaped her parted lips. Her hand gripped mine as Eric’s tool penetrated my wife. Wide-eyed, I marvelled as his glistening rod disappeared into Chantelle’s welcoming snatch. Confused, I watched enviously as her pants grew louder, her stocking-clad legs pulling him deeper into her excited, sopping cunt. “Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum in you!” “Mmmohhh! Yes! Yes, pleeaase...

“Cathy, what are you doing?” “It’s been too long, Sandra,” “You can’t… Ohhh, Cathy! I’ve missed you!” “Like it, do you?” “I’d forgotten how fucking devious your feet are.” “I thought you might need reminding.” “Not here!” “No? Why not?” “Because we’re getting looks!” “Where then?” “I–I don’t know.” “How about my flat?” “I can’t!” “No, of course not! Coffee’s finished, Sandra. I have to go.” “I’m fucking soaking, Cathy! Yo...

I didn’t know it would hurt this much Love Captivated from the moment I first saw you Smitten by your coy smile Your laughing eyes Mischievous grin And unfettered soul In the twinkling of an eye We were wed Joined together for life Fused with a vitality An intimate merging Of two incandescent souls We embarked on our incredible journey A voyage of love and friendship Paddling furiously With spontaneous excitement Plunging...

I remember the joy of your laughter as we escaped to our meadow. Up there amongst the trees and those grass-covered hills, we giggled and danced in the dappled sunlight. With those mischievous eyes you would dare me, and I would strip off my dress and, laughing with delight, we would wade into the stream, splashing and yelling as we immersed ourselves in the icy water. Afterwards, we lay on that tattered old blanket as we...

Prologue – 1924 He cautiously made his way down the narrow stone steps. He could sense the answer was here. All the rumours, the stories–he was finally going to discover the truth. Here, in this small building–in this hidden room–he would prove that it was all a lie; that there was no such thing as ghosts, or wit… It was the tiniest of sounds, but the hair instantly rose on the back of his neck. He turned, and the blood d...

Splat! The sound of the tawse impacting on my bottom reverberated around the room. Splat! My stockinged legs shook, and my buttocks throbbed as each stroke landed. Splat! Mascara ruined, I sobbed as the tears rolled down my cheeks. Splat! My welted and bruised bottom was on fire as my nineteen-year-old stepdaughter thrashed me. Splat! Splat! Splat! Bare arse in the air, my pendulous, naked tits swung as Jenni wielded the...