Over the next couple of weeks we continued in the same manner; ignoring my wife's affair when I was at home but my wife continuing her late night confessions when I was in my hotel room masturbating on the other end of the phone. It may not work for you; but it certainly worked for us and by the second week Chloe was very much at ease in the role of 'narra...
There is no sex in this story. It is instead an exploration of the double standards and hypocrisy that exist in today's society towards those people in the sex industry, the prostitutes and brothel owners who see themselves as participants in a service industry that sometimes caters for those who would destroy it. I am aware that I'm going out on a limb wit...
CHAPTER 19: STEVE'S PROPOSAL Saturday 1030. Sorrel flatly refused to speak about what had happened the night before. She simply explained that she got 'lost in the moment' and hadn't known what she was saying or doing. The sex had been amazing though. I'd always enjoyed anal with Sorrel but Friday night had been utterly mind-blowing. Sorrel revealing her s...
I’m Johnny aged fifty-eight married to Joan twenty years my junior. My wife’s became frigid because of her upbringing, sex only being allowed for procreation. I own a photographic shop; because I was sexually frustrated I became a Voyeur, fixing up a C.C.T.V. links in the ladies changing room. To my shame I had an affair with my next-door neighbour but s...
As she was lying there in the lavender scented bubble bath, the hot steaming water glistening on her smooth, creamy skin, slowly slipping her long fingers over her gleaming body, reaching down for a soft white face cloth, and the bottle of body gel. Clicking open the bottle with her long, spade shaped finger nails, she wraps her slender fingers around the bo...
Real Selfish Lover was written a few years ago and I've only posted it now. The follow up is part 2 of this relationship. It details when we got back together and our subsequent journey from then. Enjoy. After splitting up, we didn't see each other for 8 years. During that time, I had a few relationships and she had a couple herself. By this time I was si...
'But I do love him, Bert. We have a comfortable life, lovely children, a nice home and I know he works hard, but........!' and Mary tailed off from what she was really wanting to say. Mary was 49 and had spent her whole life living in the little village in Hampshire, down a tiny, leafy lane that led to a small bay by the sea. She had been married for nearly...
He saw her most days. Their schedules overlapped. When he returned from his night shift, she left for work. Some days, as the elevator opened on his floor, she'd be waiting. They always shared a smile, but they never spoke. On other days, he'd make it to his door before she closed hers. He would wait and watch her walk to the elevator. She dressed smart: tig...
One Friday I went out with a few friends for dinner. Michelle was there, and she had brought a friend called Jaymee with her. Completing the group were Paul, Michael, and Richard. The guys were old friends of mine from university. The first time we saw Jaymee we were falling over ourselves to chat her up; she was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen...
Debbie moved into her flat with a determination to make things work. Her injuries had all pretty much healed by now, and the brief nightmare that had been Rick's captivity of her, was fast becoming a distant memory. She had looked around the basic flat and wrinkled her nose in disgust, the walls which had been painted in muted colours, were stained and damp...