Arriving at the hotel, we all climbed out of the car. The day was almost gone, and we were a little tired after the chocolate factory. But Rachel had to work in a little over an hour. Opening the door to the room, we set our things down and crashed on the bed. “Okay, Rachel. The shower is yours. You are working today, and we aren’t,” I told her. We lay back on the bed side by side, smiling, and holding hands, like we had...

Sunday morning. I woke beside Maggie in her bed, in her little house, and let my eyes wander over the peeling wallpaper and cracked plaster. Then I rolled towards her, fitting myself against the curve of her back. My hand rested on her thigh, soaking in her warmth, and my face was buried in her hair, soft and faintly scented. We might have stayed like that forever, but without any warning, I sneezed. She jolted awake, bli...

Carly woke the next morning still feeling a tingle between her legs from the previous night’s adventure with Frank Childress. Looking into her bathroom mirror, she couldn’t seem to lose the smile on her face. She was still in disbelief at what she had done. Her boldness was far beyond anything she’d ever considered. Carly wondered if perhaps she was wicked for daring to have sex with someone she had known only a few hours...

Prologue. Simon was in his fifties, and extremely bored. He had taken early retirement from a lucrative job, and wanted for nothing really, except female company. He had been very happily married for many, many years and when he retired, he had expected to travel the world with his wife. However, she had died suddenly and unexpectedly, several years ago, and he missed her terribly. They had had a very active, but monogamo...

Simon. Simon was a 'successful' businessman in his thirties, but not conventional in his style and appearance. It was not affectation, but the belief that he was entitled to look and behave as he wished, just like anyone else; it had led him to great success without compromising his principles. He had earned a great deal of money through sustainable, ethical businesses, but ploughed a lot of his profit back into caring fo...

Simon. Simon was in his mid-twenties and a junior executive in an International tech company. When he wasn't working in the office, he was working online, from home, and even while travelling between the two. There seemed to be no break from the treadmill. He lived alone in a simple (though expensive) apartment in London, and had no spare time to meet anyone or form relationships. His only hope was to meet someone in the...

Prologue. Following 'Symphony Number One', when Simon was asked to take Sara's virginity, she had set off for University, leaving her mother Anna alone in their luxurious home. Anna had divorced from her absent husband some two years before, and had devoted all of her energies to nurturing Sara, ignoring her own needs entirely. Having seen Simon's caring introduction of Sara to the 'adult' world, under the guise of her co...

Emma visits Simon. After their exhausting encounter in Emma's apartment, Simon and Emma agreed to meet up again only when they had fully recharged their desires and strength. It did not take long, because each of them was constantly replaying that encounter in their minds, and becoming aroused again. It had been a memorable experience, and they didn't want to spoil it with a more disappointing sequel, so they took a day o...

Kevin wasn't done with Ashleigh. "Suck me hard again!" he ordered. My wife immediately turned her face away from me and toward Kevin's swollen but once used cock. She ferociously began licking and sucking it. I was left with the view of Kevin's work. My wife's ass, beautiful as it is, with his cum oozing from her slice of paradise. As she licked and sucked his cock back to hardness, his cum dripped from her like a candle...

Standing by my bedroom window, I grasped the handles on the bottom frame and lifted the lower sash. A gentle summer breeze quickly refreshed the room's sultry heat. Placing my palms on the windowsill, I leaned out, observing the row of houses opposite before glancing down at the garden below. There, basking in the sun on a wooden bench, was Violet. My new love was twenty years my senior. She may not have been conventional...