It was mid-August, and the UK was in the middle of a heatwave. The country had been baked by unusually hot temperatures for the last three days, and Carole was sick of it. She stood in her dressing gown by the washing machine waiting for the cycle to end so she could hang the clothes out. Gazing from her kitchen window at the yellow overgrown lawn and wilting plants. She wasn't green-fingered at all so the garden was a me...

I have a confession to make and those of you who know me will say that it can’t be so but it is. I seduced, yes, I said seduced, two impressionable young men barely out of high school – tall, athletic boys with thick hair and thin waists. I let my lustful inner demon run my life (for only a short time, of course) and I hope that I didn’t ruin theirs. It happened when I was at the cabin that I stole from my ex during the s...

Right away, I cared what I looked like – whether I was at least presentable. The sunny morning started off cool but the temperature climbed rapidly so I grabbed the most convenient tank top from my dresser drawer. I hadn’t lost any winter weight, not that I really ever do, and it was tight. I wasn’t wearing any makeup and I was sweating a little. He stood straight and very tall on the other side of the door. “Ms. Howe? I’...

It was the start of my final year, and I desperately needed a textbook which was out of print. After putting an ad on the noticeboard, I got a reply saying one was available. I made arrangements to collect it, and prepared to make my way back to the campus, with the book, for the first lecture of the day. After waiting ages for a bus, someone informed me that buses weren't running due to a strike, volcanic eruption, visit...

We lay on the bed, clothed. I was on my back, under the covers and Joel was on top of them with his back toward me, facing the hotel room’s window. I was willingly manipulated to be there; I didn’t know how or why he was there. My friend who looks after me, Fran, was in the other queen bed with her young man. If they weren’t fucking now, they would be soon. The blood was pounding too loudly in my ears for me to tell. Joel...

The doorbell rings, and Barry stands on the step, waiting for the door to be answered. Barry is calling on his mate Rod. It’s Saturday morning and Rod has told Barry that he has some new porn mags for them to pore over. They both adore big-boobed models and regularly share magazines and talk about whose tits are biggest, whose they lust over most, who they have wanked over and how hard and far they have shot their cum. La...

I should have been ashamed of myself. At sixteen, Jon was one-quarter my age. And he’s Jon – not ‘Jonathan’ like a grandmother might call him, or ‘Jonny’ like a mother, but ‘Jon’ like an adult. God knows he was more mature than most of the men I knew. We were sitting together on the couch, watching television. That’s where he slept whenever things weren’t good at home and he crashed here. Sometimes late at night if I was...

I’ve noticed elsewhere that younger readers may no longer know what the term “zipless fuck” (a single, mostly emotionless coupling between two strangers) means. It was coined by Erica Jong in her 1973 novel Fear of Flying. She presented the idea in a satirical manner, and she wrote of it, “The zipless fuck is the purest thing there is. And it is rarer than the unicorn.” ********* I came of age in an era when relations bet...

I head off to a well-known dealer of moving supplies to get some boxes, tape, and a few bags of bubble wrap. My mind is full of hot sexy ideas about Gran, her half-glasses; beaded chains, and various heels in patent black. Just thinking about what can go on with her, it takes not long to get all my stuff together including my RCA Radiola 60. I'll be back in a few days to bring that old but trusty 1991 Harley Sportster 120...

It's another day and I am working on a twelve-kilowatt gas-engine generator. I dropped into the local bakery and picked up a few muffins for the morning break, I also picked up a coffee cake muffin for the parts/secretary/customer service lady. Marcia is a woman I think of quite often, the thing is her husband does too, and he calls her a lot during the day. Marcia is a good-looking woman with a nice way of dressing, a sk...