Melissa was bored of being single. More than that, she was bored of having to please herself. Her last boyfriend was a lovely guy, but he'd been hopeless in bed. What she needed was a man who knew what he was doing. It didn't need to be anything long-term, or serious, just sensual, consensual pleasure. It was Friday, and a couple of her girlfriends were goi...
I pushed Melissa's door open and froze in shock at what I saw. We'd been burgled. The fuckers had ransacked the place - furniture was overturned, clothes were thrown everywhere, one of the curtains lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. I saw Melissa's arm hanging out of her bed and I rushed into her room to see if she was hurt. I pulled Melissa's covers bac...
Foreword: A quick scene which popped into being for no apparent reason. In this one, it's Melissa's once-a-week personal time, a time where she lets rip and allows her mind a free run. It was fun to write. I hope you get some enjoyment out of it. Thank you for reading. GA - Da Nang, Vietnam - 2nd of May 2015. *** She's dressed for sex. Nothing more ela...
Melissa Fourtnoy had picked flowers from Mrs. Tunnsmore's garden and delivered them to Mrs. Edith Brickhouse's house. The grandmotherly Mrs. Brickhouse and Mrs. Fourtnoy had a pleasant time. They met each Saturday for tea. It was a two-hour drive for Melissa, but with her love-life barren, it was well worth it. Melissa found Mrs. Brickhouse mature and atte...
Melissa looked around, ticking items off a mental checklist. Laundry, done, dishes done, vacuuming and general cleaning done, everything done except shopping and that could wait. Time for some coffee. She went to plug in the electric kettle. Three months married, Melissa was happy with the world. Being married was fun, in Melissa’s opinion. She was out fr...
I sat at a coffee shop in Bronte. The salt air fresh and clean and the weather pleasantly warm. I sat waiting for my prey, the very willing prey that I had met online. I spotted them from a distance coming across from the beach. I spotted Melissa first, a luscious lady in her 40s, her blonde hair billowing in the seabreeze. Even from such a distance her tits...
Author's Note: First, this isn't meant to be disrespectful to Miss King or her "supposed" actions. I'm not saying it was a bad life choice, or even a dumb one; it was just one she made at the time that she felt was necessary as a means to an end. Could she have made another choice that was better? Yeah, maybe. I don't know anything about her life or the circ...
*Fire inspires Brilliant and consumes the Wicked* (Thanks once more to Frontma's patience and persistence) (This is not a rape story – trust me) My name is Waylon Fielding and I am married to a wonderful woman, my wife Celine Fielding. I would like to say that my life is perfect, or even good, but after two years of marriage I'm pretty freaking miserabl...
The flashlight shone brightly into her face and Melissa groaned inwardly. The irritating beam of light was joined by several others, forcing her to shield her eyes while trying to maintain some semblance of a smile. "Ryan," she called, "how do you say 'quit shining that flashlight in my eyes' in Japanese?" The tall Australian was too far away to hear her. M...
"Kampai!" rang out the voices in unison, accompanied by the sound of clinking glasses. Melissa smiled at the other teachers around her as she toasted the new arrivals and took a tiny sip of the beer. Since coming to Japan she had learned to drink the amber liquid, but not to like it. She set her glass down and looked around for the bottle of oolong-cha. The...