Matt’s hands were still shaking despite being on the steering wheel of his car. He was out for a drive in the countryside, roof down, with the breeze tousling his hair, when the message on his mobile phone came through. He pulled over to the side of the road and read it. Staring at it for ages, the message still didn’t sink in. He understood what it said; he just didn’t expect to see it. When he put the pub’s name, ‘The W...

(See part 1 for the precursor to this story.) Without thinking, almost on autopilot, I leaned forwards, inhaling her scent in the process, and placed my lips over the bulge in her black, diaphanous panties through which the clear outline of her penis and loaded scrotum were visible. I took my time, putting feeling into it, pressing firmly before puckering a little, sucking a little of the fabric and skin into my mouth bef...

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...

As I pulled up the driveway of the Cliveden Hotel, my jaw hit the floor. A had said it was exclusive, but this was something else. The long drive wound through the trees before the house came into view – a classical mansion of epic proportions. Picture Brideshead Revisited, Downton Abbey, that kind of thing. I drove into the main car park and felt very out of place; my car was the crappest there by at least £50,000 – much...

My wife Heather relished her “girls' days” with her friend Ashley. She had begun as my wife’s hairdresser, but they quickly became the best of friends. Heather and Ashley frequently went out after her hair appointment, and they would visit one of the local pubs near the salon. Heather didn't have many other close female friends, and she enjoyed their time commiserating about all things female. Work, clothes, relationships...

“Velvet and Firelight” The cabin was quiet but for the soft hiss of the fireplace. Outside, a misty rain whispered against the windows, turning the world into a cocoon of fog and flickering shadows. Inside, the warmth wrapped itself around Kendra and Jules as they moved through the room with unhurried grace, barefoot and dressed in nothing but silk robes that clung like a second skin. Kendra sat on the edge of the couch,...

Darrell had only been in town for a day, a work trip that dumped him in a mid-sized city with no one he knew and nothing to do but kill time in a hotel room. But on that Friday night, the hotel bar buzzed with just enough life to draw him out. He wore jeans, a black button-up, and the easy smile of a man looking for a good time. He drank a few beers, casually watching the room until she walked in. Tall. Elegant. Long blac...

Her mouth was wrapped round my cock, and I couldn't fucking think. She’d been at it for a few minutes now, slow and steady, eyes gazing up at me, staring into my soul. I was already close, embarrassingly close, but I didn’t want her to stop. She was good. Too good. I was sitting back on the edge of her bed, shirt unbuttoned, jeans shoved down past my knees. She was kneeling on the carpet between my legs, dark hair falling...