* * * Beneath the dreary autumn clouds, I stood on the unfamiliar doorstep, tightly clutching my olive trench coat. The scent of my husband Eric's aftershave, caught on the coat, stung me with guilty shame. Ever since we met, in the final year of university, I have loved him with all my heart. Our friends always looked enviously at us as if we were the dream couple: Lea and Eric, the perfect husband and wife. In many ways...

Prologue Report: Harriet Danes Upper Sixth Form Kunt College July 2049 Dear Mr & Mrs Danes, Harriet has had a very successful first year in Sixth Form. Her marks so far in her chosen ‘A’-Levels – English Literature, French and Fucking – have been very impressive. But quite apart from her academic success, she has proved herself to be a fine example of a New Enlightenment young lady, liberally fucking many of her student c...

It's morning, and I'm alone in my hotel room. I'm visiting your city on business for a couple of days, and we have agreed to meet up. We have both made room for this in our busy work schedules. You're going to come over, and we're going to try something new that we've chatted about a couple of times. I'm restlessly walking around in the room waiting for you to show up. I'm wearing loose linen trousers and a cotton t-shirt...

It took some explaining. I'm not sure I'll ever forget the way my son's expression changed from curiosity over the whereabouts of his girlfriend, to seeing her bare-arsed across my knee with my spunk peppering her very pink flesh. And his mother standing alongside us, her palm a similar shade to Molly's bottom. “I'm serious, Dad. What the fuck is this?” I'd never heard him use that particular cuss word in front of me befo...

My wife Kim and I were having a semi-formal party at our home. Twelve guests were invited.  One of the guests invited was Angel.   Angel worked for a company that did business with my wife’s company. My wife thought it would be nice to have someone new at the party even though Angel had a reputation. Apparently, Angel was a natural-born flirt that loved men, especially married men. While she would not turn down a threesom...

My dreams that night were restless, as was I. Images of being tied to the bench, of being helpless, of being fucked by Inga, of the redhead that had fucked the blond girl, Sarah, of my sister… they all paraded through my head. I am sure that, if I’d been able to I’d have played with myself in my sleep. When I woke, the sheets beneath me were wet and smelled of pussy. I had vague memories of waking, finding myself being sp...

The tall, blonde woman emerged from the crowd as if they moved aside just for her. She looked intently at me as she approached the bar. I gazed into her strikingly blue eyes, confused for a moment because why would she be headed towards me? Maybe she was looking at the bartender behind me. But no, she came right up to me, sparking in my heart a little flutter of panic with a slight twinge of excitement. "Hi, I'm Lauren. C...

Halloween always sparked a playful fire in the Whyte household, where Charlene relished the chance to shed inhibitions and explore her deepest desires behind the mask of costumes and anonymity. As a statuesque, fit blonde who drew attention effortlessly, she found herself craving more excitement from her relationship with her husband, Mark. Charlene and Mark were both alpha personalities, constantly vying for control in t...