At 5.50 p.m. on a hot May evening I was sitting on the lower berth of a coupe compartment in the first class air conditioned coach of a train scheduled to depart for Madras in ten minutes time. I was on my way to attend a business meeting. My name is Saheb Sahebji. This is not my given name but everyone including my parents calls me by it. Anyway, what is i...
"How do you cope with all of this?" Jenna asked. "I drink." "No, seriously, what do you do to relieve the stress?" "Seriously, I drink. Or you could say I seriously drink." Monica was kidding, of course, but only to a point. Working with children who have autism all day, every day was incredibly stressful. She enjoyed her work, but it was often very frus...
"Welcome, sir. You are Mr Martin, yes? Please if you would follow me" From her first sentence as I entered the tea house, I could tell that the hostess had good English; a strong Chinese accent for sure, but with a gentle sing-song quality to it and a friendly confidence that put me immediately at my ease. This confirmed the impression I had got as I had app...
I knew the fridge was empty so I made a shopping list during my afternoon break and on the way home from work I stopped at Safeway. I grabbed a cart, hit the courtesy counter to get my lottery tickets for that nights drawing and then headed for the produce section. I am not a picky shopper. I know what I'm after so I pretty much grab and go. I'm not one to...
Part 1 - Jemima puts on a Show Since more actively exploring my feelings and fantasies as Jemima, the range of sexual behaviour that I found myself considering - and actually indulging in - had increased dramatically in many new directions. So far, the number of times I have been caught out doing something really, really stupid is two and both times have in...
AUTHOUR'S NOTE: As before, apologies for the long delay between chapters – I don't get paid enough to sit about and write all day, sadly. This chapter is much more explicit and hardcore than the previous two, which I recommend you read before getting into this one. Story contains a wife being naughty out of wedlock. If this offends you, you can either (like...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For all who have been waiting a long time for this my apologies, my life got a bit busy. Fair warning for the inevitable horde of morons: This is a work of fiction. No, she is not my actual wife. For those who seem to confuse the Loving Wives section with Romance -- you might want to give this a skip (but if you want to read it anyway and get...
They stopped making out then so that Veronica could arrange the look she wanted to have when they entered. Her hair was mussed and her shirt undone, but apart from that she looked composed, whereas he, wearing nothing now but his underwear, shirt and socks, looked almost funny, and it looked even funnier as she led him up the hall to the bedroom, holding him...
It was downright crazy. It was stupid, dangerous and sordid. It was unthinking, unplanned and unusual. It was also fucking marvellous. I was forty-three at the time. I was married and still am, just, to a successful businessman who is away on business about as much as he is home with me. We had two children one of who, the boy had just started work and our...
[Continuing Book 1: Cheating] "How was Carrington?" Mike asked excitedly. Jen got home late that afternoon and it was the first time they'd had a chance to talk (they'd just put Anna to bed). Jen gave him an innocent look. "Carrington?" she asked pretending not to understand. "Come on," Mike urged her. He was done with the cheating role playing, he want...