Writhing and wriggling on her bed Judy slipped her hand inside her panties, working her fingers against her clit. Her skirt was bunched up over her hips and the slight incline of her head allowed her to see herself through the large bedroom mirror. Though sex, and communication, with her husband Ben had marginally improved he remained distant and self-absorb...
It was 1966, England had won the World Cup! The swinging sixties were in full swing. David had started working in the sale's office of Telford Safety Engineering Ltd. He held the grand title of Assistant to the Sales Manager, which meant in reality he was the office boy; he ran errands and made the tea. At eighteen, it wasn't his first job. Since leaving sch...
“Fuck. It’s Saturday,” Tom thought as he awakened with the bright morning sun shining through the bedroom window, blinding his eyes. His beautiful wife Jenny was still asleep next to him, her full, proud breasts rising and falling in time to her breathing. The night was too warm and humid to wear any clothes. Her nude body, as sexy as any nudie magazine mode...
I always thought that I knew my wife well. Belle can be a major flirt when she wants, but up until recently her antics have been confined to the odd bit of flashing and a few incidental affairs. We have been married for more years than I care to remember and that time has been mainly happy for both of us. We work for the same factory in our home town, but be...
The road was a lot smoother after the fall of the chopper. Or rather, Snake and Delilah noticed the bumps far less. A primal energy, fueled by the destructive power of a high-caliber rifle, rose within him. Violence was not as cathartic as it had once been, but sex still worked just fine. There had been a point in his life when this wrathful energy boiled up...
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Sharon eventually got to sleep after tossing and turning in the dark fetid heat, crammed between Sweetness’ and Tracey’s own hot bodies, and long after the moaning and gasping ceased from the mattress where Buttercup was sleeping with Joy. When she awoke it was on a lumpy mattress sodden with sweat and the strange sensations of a slobbery tactile probing in...
Sitting at the kitchen table, a gun beside him, George looked again at the picture of the girl who he was going to kill. It, he decided had gone on far too long, he knew it was no good, knew he didn’t have the same feelings about her now as he did when she had first come into his life. She was ruining his life, he so much wanted to be free of her, free of...
Leanne looked down at the black and white photo that she held in her diminutive hands and trembled involuntarily. How had he found her, she wondered, biting her lower lip lightly? It had been many years since the photo had been taken – close to twelve in fact. Leanne remembered it quite clearly because it had been taken only a couple of weeks before she'd m...
Clueless, absolutely clueless, I was. Didn't even have an inkling and I would have continued to have lived in ignorance if it hadn't been for that blasted leaking factory roof. I loved that sodding woman, my wife Pat, and I would have given my life for her in a heartbeat if I had to. And to have our life together ended in such a cliché, well the heartbreak...