Dawn was just breaking as Jen woke up for the umpteenth time; this time it was a gentle knocking at the door that disturbed her. A combination of jetlag and the discomfort of having her wrists cuffed behind her had led to a fretful night but, all things considered, she wasn't feeling too bad. The chauffeur jumped out of bed, stark naked, went to answer the d...
Jenny joined the company almost a year to the day that Susan had started there. They were in the same department and couldn't avoid each other. Which was a shame as from the very first they did not get on. Really it was Jenny that was at fault, wherever the sultry brunette had been before she had always been the centre of attention. Always the loud, fun girl...
It is the little things that capture the imagination. The devil - the horny little devil - is in the detail. My eye is always drawn to the smaller picture. You can keep your supermodel looks and your Harvard MBAs, I'm far more likely to be drawn to a nicely turned ankle, the shape of a bra through a top, or a skirt curving neatly and snugly around an ass. On...
Sharing stories is a new release for me, but one I intend to indulge as often as I can. Quite a few kind supporters have requested continuations of a couple of my stories. When I first wrote Sensual Touch, I was a little more bashful about my personal anecdotes. Many of these stories are drawn from personal experiences with certain additions and omissions...
A Night In The Life Of A Jailbreaker Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Strap-on It's over. Its finished. We are an ex-couple. I am single again. I put the letter down on the coffee table, lean back into the comfiest sofa in the whole world and look up at the ceiling. Right now Angeline will be on her way to Waterloo station, where she will g...
Chapter Six: La Belle Dame Sans Merci After our concert date I didn't see Anjali again for almost two months. She was preparing for a conference in Italy, and I had a birthday party to organise. I've never really thought of John as my stepfather. To me, he was "Mum's boyfriend", and then later "Mum's husband" and "Cassie's dad", never my anything. That was...
To mark the (slightly over) one year of me submitting stories to this site, I thought I would do a Halloween special. The origins of this story began with a play on the High Plains Drifter / Pale Rider westerns, but as I began to write it up, I had a slightly better idea. So I stirred in a little sprinkle of Folk Lore and a song I was listening to on the rad...
Trying not to look nervous, Sharon walked towards the door of the pub. The sign beside the door said, 'Strictly Over 21s Only'. The doorman looked imposing. His black suit and his steely gaze suggested he would take no nonsense from anyone. With her heart pounding in her chest and her older sister's driving licence in her handbag, Sharon walked up to the doo...
At the exact same moment that Kim Hopkins was giving either Renita or Maria or Tanya one of the many, many, delicious cunt-bangings the women were gleefully enjoying this afternoon, her boss, Tammy Rogers, was flirting with a sexy waitress who had her puffed-up pussy in a throbbing, leaking frenzy. Tammy could feel her sexy, lacy black panties getting wetter...
Catalina Saint Vincent is my name. I'm a five-foot-eleven, quite curvy and delicious big-bottomed young Black woman of Haitian-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Many people accuse me of being naïve because I've led a somewhat sheltered life. That's not true. I'm the most down to earth and realistic person you wi...