The Garden Centre (extract from Chapter 10 of Amatore's Restaurant) It was the Wednesday before the meeting Lucy had come to her decision; damned if Rose and her pompous husband were going to continue to benefit from her influence on the board. While she had always known her neighbour was one to meddle in everyone's affairs – and was well aware she could be tactless in voicing her opinions – up until the previous evening...

Helen was a little older now and had settled into an exciting and fulfilling lifestyle. She was enjoying her relationship with an older woman and she continued to enjoy her “swinging” experiences. She felt that she had done most things, but she still had her fantasies… Helen had been thinking for some time about having a massage. It was something she had never done. She looked in the Yellow Pages; there were several, but...

The promise of the massage on Saturday was the only thing getting Michelle through the week. Ever since she found Brett with that blonde hussy last month, it was all she could do to just get out of bed in the morning, and this week seemed to be actively conspiring to make things worse. On Monday, there was the jerk who ran into her car as it was parked on the street outside her house, busted out a headlight, and left with...

Every time it happened, I was ashamed. I thought that he would be the first and the last of my unprofessional encounters but it seemed that more and more attractive and lonely men found their way into my studio and I was somehow always ready. I fucked two in the first week after Maxwell. One was built like a Greek god, his abs showed through his shirt. I knew what to do with him the moment he walked in. I didn't even char...

Sylvia Watson, a twenty six year old young journalist, walked over to her desk at the New York Times and sat down in her chair and sighed. She placed her bag on the back of her chair when an Asian guy in a dark suit came over to her."The new boss is in the office," he whispered. "Her face is like thunder. Where have you been? The first meeting with her was half an hour ago.""My alarm went off late," Sylvia replied, she pu...

He was about to begin massaging her breasts. His slickly warm right hand was resting just below their rise, fingers stretched into her cleavage. His left hand was lightly gripping the top of her right thigh. She was feeling pretty hot about that. She was wearing the bottom half of a pink string bikini. She was hot about that too and even hotter about the certainty that soon she would not be wearing even that. He would pul...

It was the first proper day of summer, the sun shone brightly and there was the almost inaudible buzz of insects flitting from flower to flower. Emma loved the summer, she loved being outdoors and this was her first opportunity to bask in the heat. She dusted down the sun lounger and positioned it in the sun in her back garden. Then after slipping into a two piece bikini and wrapping a sarong around her body she went outs...

Em’s nipples were about to be hotly massaged. They were already erect and hard as little rocks. Her masseur’s warm, firm hands were just below the swell of her breasts. His fingers had already lightly brushed her nipples. She was wet with anticipation. She was naked and her legs were wide apart. She was in their room at the island resort she and Ambrose had chosen for a four-day break. To be precise, she was on a massage...