Thank you for such a wonderful night. You looked beautiful as usual. The black dress you wore is my favourite. On first glance the style seems so demure but it also gives tantalising glimpses of the flesh beneath, moulding to the lines of your body like a...
The flat wasn't huge, but with neat wood floors and large windows on a small square at the center of the city, it suited them. Rising above the city, it was not so much sparsely furnished as extremely carefully furnished so as to provide comfort without r...
Sean asked for and got a corner booth in a secluded area of the restaurant, down the Bay in Cardiff. Vicky sat between Sean and Monica, at the deepest part of the U in the U-shaped booth. After the young waitress, a slightly Goth-looking girl with tattoos...
Brenda left the store, her instructions clear in her mind. Sean, Vicky and Monica chatted comfortably. "Monica, a David stopped by to tell you that he couldn't meet you after work. This was while you and Vicky were... sorry, what were you doing?" he asked...
Monica was still flushed and dressed in only the half cup bra and the crotchless panties as Vicky slid the silk jacket off her shoulders and hung it up. "Poppet," Vicky said, "could you gather a few paper towels from the bathroom?" She looked down at her...
Later that day, back at their apartment in the Old Brewery Quarter, Cardiff .... "Vicky, while I was at the mall today I got a little gift for you today." He smiled, a secret little smile, but Vicky saw it. "How sweet! Thank you! I think," and her smile w...
Part 1, A Sean and Vicky Story. Sean sat on a bench in the mall, mid afternoon on a lazy Tuesday in Cardiff, in June, and idled the time away watching the young clerk in Les Bon Temps, a lingerie store embodying something of both Palmers and Victoria's Se...
