Christine walked along the dark village street from the railway station. She was feeling frustrated: Michael had not been in the mood, and with two weeks alone in front of her, she was looking forward to getting into bed with a glass of wine, lighting a candle and relaxing beneath her warm duvet. The rain and the cold made her glad for her high-heeled black...
Hey there! It has been quite literally forever, over a year in fact, since I last published. My life has been absolutely upside down insane but I finally find myself willing and able to write again. These two chapters are a bit of a change of pace for me, not to spoil too much, but if you're looking for sex, you will have to wait for the next installment!...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and as such, any similarities to real people, places or events are strictly coincidental. This work contains graphic depictions of a sexual nature between consenting adults. The story also refers to aspects of sexuality that may be offensive to certain people, such as BDSM, consensual humiliation and lesbian themes. I...
Sharon Byrnes hummed an old 60's tune as she walked the streets of Greenwich Village. Never mind that the song had been recorded two years before she'd been born, it always made the 27 year old feel good. And today was definitely a day for feeling good. She had been hired by a large local clothing manufacturer to set up a new computerized inventory system....
There is something inexplicably sexy about the way a Latina walks down the street. In London, you can spot them from a mile away; their hips sway from side to side with the natural rhythm of waves and sea breeze. Their trousers strain to contain the voluptuous roundness of their assets - these princesses walk as if they owned the street. And when they move t...
Knock, knock, knock. A customary three times she knocked on the green door. A quick glance at the number reassured her that she was indeed at number 23, the right house. Better to be sure of such things, especially with what she was here to do. She had woken up to a dreary day this morning. Late Fall was now truly baring its fangs as the wind had howled aro...
Here's a new one from me - featuring some new characters - and also, some old friends. Don't worry too much about where it fits in continuity - I hope that it will stand up on its own merits. Please enjoy. ~~ BrettJ - September 2015 ***** Amanda Dallas looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the door of the guest bedroom. She still...
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...
Clare and I had been talking about a camping trip for months. A chance to leave the city and it's hectic life behind and spend a week camping in the wilds of France; that is, if there was still such a thing as a wilderness to be found anywhere in Europe. If there was, we thought it must be in central France, away from the family campsites and crowds of touri...
I was on my bed just having enjoyed my second orgasm in an hour. Sarah had fucked me senseless, riding me like a cowgirl. When she finished fucking, she dropped right down on my sticky rod and sucked it for twenty minutes to get it back erect. Once at attention, she sank it entirely down her throat and proceeded to work her neck and throat muscles, bringing...