Noël was born on Christmas Eve eighteen years ago. Her parents thought it funny to name her Noël and not the English version of Noelle. People always typed her name wrong. Most times it wasn't a big deal. Noël is considered one of the prettier and taller girls in high school. She stood five feet, eight inches. Her breasts were a perky D size. Petite with a great-looking ass was the way people described the rest of her bod...

Kim awoke with a start, her heart pounding, shaken by a dream where she was chased by an irate, inexplicably naked woman, waving Kim’s abandoned blue bikini. Guilt at her unwitting betrayal of Henry’s not-so-dead wife haunted her. She shook her head angrily. He lied to me, she told herself firmly. Still, the illicit thrill of that betrayal heightened her enjoyment of the adventure. What kind of amoral monster am I? She dr...

Kimiko Oneda fumed as their driver drove her and her wealthy, Japanese parents to their villa in Cap Ferrat. The scent of expensive leather filled the car, and as Kim stared out the window, a delicious memory of Helen's father's hand on her thigh flickered through her mind. I should be in Corfu with Helen and her father. She'd been looking forward to her independence and some sexual adventure for weeks, until three days a...

Helen awoke with a start. It was still dark, and she was unsure of what had awakened her. Then Jessica shrieked ecstatically from Helen’s father’s room. “Pound my arse.” Helen grinned. Her best friend, Jessica, was always louder when Helen's father buggered her. Helen sighed, wishing her own bum was full, but she'd been celibate since her Corfu holiday. She rolled over and tried to sleep, but her best friend's loud, vocal...

I showered after Clarissa and Melody left and wondered when Helen and Jessica would reappear. If they did at all. I half expected them to be out overnight. By the time it was fully dark, around nine in the evening, I had given up on them. I grinned, wondering what erotic adventures they were having. I settled at the veranda table with a book and a large scotch, gazing occasionally across the bay and at the twinkling light...

Helen was glad Jessica had persuaded her to accompany her to her porn casting. She grinned. Sure, her pussy and arse were now sore, but she’d loved every moment. First, being brutalised for the camera by Phillipe in their anal scene. Then, she’d joined in with Jessica’s casting and was bum-fucked side by side with her by Brad and Greg. Jessica experienced so many new things, not only taking it in the arse, repeatedly, but...

After my 18th birthday, and some boring and let's be honest, terrible sex with guys around my own age, I decided to expand my age searches on the dating apps I use. Who knew that putting a slutty little one-liner about using a condom as a magic trick would end with so many matches that I couldn't keep up with the message requests. I know, boo hoo, so sad for me, right? Hahaha. One man stood out from the masses, though. He...

Jessica sat in the passenger seat of the black Mercedes. Her arse tingled slightly, and she knew her pussy was swollen. She glanced at Ian, the hunky blond pornstar who sat beside her in the driver's seat, wondering if the handsome hunk wanted her as much as she wanted him. As they left Corfu Town, the traffic was dreadful, and Ian swore softly under his breath, his eyes fixed on the road. She decided to leave questions o...

Jessica sat cross-legged on the bed with her back resting on the headboard, surrounded by studio lights, reflectors and cameras. She wore a bronze-coloured, sparkly dress, black sequined panties and high heels. Thin white tights stopped above her knees, with a navy ribbon highlighting the top. Her hair was bunched into two long ponytails held in place by purple elastic hair grips. Brightly coloured hair clips held her hai...

Breakfast on Saturday was a nightmare. Acerbic Jessica, when I first met her, had been bad enough. Icy Jessica was worse. She glared haughtily at me if I addressed her, looking at me like shit on her shoe. My daughter looked confused, glancing between us. Jessica's scornful, icy demeanour continued until the girls departed for the beach, as they had done most days. Though it was Jade and her daughter Emma's last day, flyi...

My phone beeped loudly and vibrated on the veranda table. When I checked, it was the doorbell app. The screen showed Alison, my daughter's friend, smiling at the camera. The two girls had been inseparable as children, but they drifted apart when Alison was sent away to a posh boarding school after her parents divorced. I hadn't seen the girl for years, and now she was a remarkably pretty young woman. "Is Helen there," she...

Just after my daughter Helen went to university, I went on a week-long business trip to Romania and stayed at a posh boutique hotel on Strada Franceza in Bucharest's old town. As usual, I ensured I flew out early the previous Friday to spend the weekend sightseeing. On Friday evening, after I had checked into my hotel, I was sitting at the bar bored and nursing a beer when a pretty young girl arrived and ordered a drink....