One night only Stories

My palms are flat on the wall. My jeans are round my ankles, my knickers around my knees. As he enters from behind, I can hear the whirr of the engine and the fierce wind suction sound you get in airline toilets. He has his rhythm, and he knows where to put it. I feel my ponytail gently tugged at. “Trying not to come...” he gasps suddenly. Bless him. He thinks giving me an orgasm is why he's here. Taj Mahal? Check. Ride a...

She had to get out of here. Sweat beaded on her forehead. It was around noon, and the sun was already beating down mercilessly. This wasn't surprising, it was the middle of summer after all. The work she did wasn't particularly strenuous, but it required a pace that was difficult to maintain on a day like this. Jenna placed the last tray of fruit on one of the long tables covered with a snow-white tablecloth and wiped her...