(Dedicated to my kind and stern editor who measures my words into strict order and then interprets my meaning so skillfully.) * * * * * Paris, the summer of 1929, 'the last summer' we called it later, remembering the October Crash; it was the end of an era but I also remember it as the summer of my awakening. It seems like yesterday. A heat wave had swept...
Her hands held mine, fingers softly stroking the wet, sultry flesh, as she drew me up from the bath. I her eyes was nothing less than love and lust, the promise of pleasure, mixed with the anticipation of lurid thoughts that consumed her mind with a frenzied desire. She'd never been this bold before, but I guess temptation was to much for her, I'd known abou...
The best fuck I've ever had? That's got to be Ava. Every time I close my eyes I can feel her fingertips expertly moving across my skin, her voice a soft and sultry whisper in my ear. God, she was beautiful. Even her name was sexy... Ava. Ava with her shoulder length chestnut hair, curling inwards at her shoulders. Standing at 5'7, she was slim yet pearshape...
There is no good time to find your way through the arrival hall of a busy international airport. There are quieter moments when the business of collecting one's baggage from the carousel before taking a chance with the green channel in customs is slightly more civilised and less stressful, but truth to tell this part of modern travel does not have much to re...
Katherine had had a busy week with work. She had been at a small working conference at Lake Placid, in New York State, up in the mountains. Autumn had started to descend during the 10 days she had been a resident in the hotel, resulting in the trees starting to change colour, the leaves turning reds, oranges and browns. For anyone who has not been there, wor...
Celia. What a woman. Long slender legs, pure skin, and womanly figure. Ripe for the plucking. Twenty-seven and sure of herself, she walks with the grace of a ballerina, long auburn hair cascading over her delicate shoulders, almost reaching the soft rise of her perfect arse. God, I wish I was like her. She stole my lover, and I hate her. But how can I be so...
This is a follow-up from the previous story in my "Tales from the Bar" series. It would help if you read the others first. ***** Hi, my name's Patricia but people usually call me Trish. You might remember me from the story that Maz told of her 'fun night' with that young tart Naomi. At the time, she asked me to write about what happened to me, but I really...
To eliminate any possible confusion I suggest you read Part 1 first as this is a continuation of that story. ***** She tasted so good I was reluctant to let her have her hand back. Eventually I brought my attention back inside the car and pulled out of the lay-by. I asked myself what I had started but was too excited by the promise of a wild adventure to d...
Location: University House, University of Birmingham, England 20th May 1991 Drew slipped of her shoes and quietly padded down the corridor of her University Hall of residence, trying not to wake anyone at this time of night and this close to exams. When she got to the door of her room she slowly inserted her key, unlocked the door and silently entered so a...
It wouldn't have happened if we hadn't had to use Oscar-Tango 13 that night. I'm pretty sure it's illegal to go out in a patrol car that doesn't have an operational camera system, but we had two off the road needing major repairs, and due to financial restraints and sickness there was only one overloaded mechanic working that week, so the sergeant in Ops jus...