I’d just stepped through the front door of our little semi-detached, the adrenaline-laced buzz from a successful meeting with a new client still faintly vibrating in my chest. I run my own graphic design business from home, which usually means jeans and a messy bun, but today demanded a professional look. I was dressed to impress the client, yes, but also Hamish, my husband. I locked the door, letting the weight of the da...

It all started about a month ago, when her mother and I returned from our honeymoon. Up until then, Carol and she had seemed so close, just like when I met them, like best friends. But once I moved into the house, the tension started to build; Candy started to wear skimpy shorts and tops and really started to go out of her way to be shitty to her mom. So, there I was, Saturday, mid-morning, sitting in the kitchenette wear...

So the page had been turned. The die cast. Whatever metaphor you want to use, I told myself that there was no turning back. I had had sex with my stepmother. The sun peeking over the horizon awoke me early the next morning in my own bed, and I processed the events of the night before. Any guilt I felt was tempered by the realization that I was only partly to blame. It felt like the previous evening had been in motion for...

Damn that bastard I married, anyway. It was going to be the perfect evening. My employer was throwing a big bash celebrating a banner year. I had been a major player in that success, and now had a title and an office with a door and windows. Our ten year anniversary is next week. I had reserved a suite at the party venue. Champagne on ice, waiting for our arrival. And he calls at 5:00, saying they have a customer in crisi...

Preamble. Simon always went to the same coffee shop, every day of the working week, as he passed through the Mall on his way to the office. He liked his coffee in the morning, of course, but he was also quietly attracted to the Barista. She was a young and very attractive blonde girl, who now knew his regular order... a Cappuccino with an extra shot, and no chocolate sprinkles! And in a proper cup, not a take-away carton!...

Back at uni in England, the crisp autumn air hit me like a slap after the endless sun of the south of France. I'd been home for a couple of weeks now, my lectures on veterinary biology had started up again, all about animal anatomy and pathology, but my mind kept drifting back to Laurent. His deep laugh, those strong hands gripping my hips, the way his thick black cock had stretched me open and turned me into someone I ba...

I was the project manager at a construction site outside of Paris. We were building a twenty-story hotel. The site was adjacent to a three-hundred-year-old cemetery and a Gothic church ruin. It was close to midnight, and I had decided to sleep in the office trailer for the night. It was the second-to-last day in October. My name is Mac, and I am a thirty-two-year-old American. I am 6'4" tall with a fit, muscular build. I...

Once back home from England, we had to rearrange our priorities. As much as I loved fucking my little sister for the past two weeks, our home in the US was just small enough that Mom would easily discover our secret, so we decided to cool it for a while. Nightly bouts of consensual sex with her had spoiled me, and on top of that, I had a wild fuck session with my new British "step" mom, even though we barely knew one anot...