It is Wednesday evening in November, about 6.15pm. Helen is walking back from the bus stop to her small flat on the outskirts of Bristol. She is a slim, (but not skinny) attractive 34 year old, well dressed as she is just returning from work in the centre of the city, where she is head of IT for a firm of accountants (the rest of the IT department consists o...
Jason and Nathan joined the others in the main room of the house. A tall man stood in the center of the room and looked at Nathan, offering his extended hand. "It's an honor to finally meet you," Nathan said, shaking his hand. "The honor is all mine," the man said. He then turned to Jason. "You must be Jason. I'm John Reardon." "Nice to meet you," Jason s...
If only Josh could pass out. Or finish himself off already. I have to keep my breathing relaxed. Keep my eyes closed. Keep still in this obscene position he's put me. Keep pretending I'm asleep. Ignore the shaking of the bed. Ignore his animalistic grunts. Ignore the sound of those fucking ice cubes, clinging against his empty glass to the rhythm of his jerk...
He was on his horn the second the light turned green. I was on my bike in the left turn lane at the intersection of this busy street waiting for the oncoming cars to pass. I hadn't even clipped my shoes into my pedals or started into the intersection before he started laying on his horn. I looked back at him and gave him a "What can I do? There are cars comi...
I left Yolanda and Sandra in the morning to go flying after a hot, wet night of sex with them. They were going shopping for a girl, or girls, or shopping for more clothes. Today, as I made the daily round-trip flight there was another surprise for us – a third woman to join our little sex circus. Flying as a corporate pilot for a company in West Texas and m...
We had only moved into the house 4 years before, and had barely got to know the strange couple four houses down, although everyone else in the street was friendly. The house which was rather run down was lived in by an elderly man and his daughter, a slim but frumpy looking spinster in her early forties who looked after her frail father, and had apparently l...
As I pressed the accelerator pedal of the Range Rover, pushing it far beyond the legal speed limit, I watched in the rear view mirror as the prostitute squirmed and giggled in my husband's lap; his penis thickening and pressing against her buttocks through the fabric of her tight leopard print dress. I watched as he pulled her dress up around her hips, pushi...
Samuel J. Weinberg secretly possessed the untenable theory that all women are sluts. It was rather a one-sided belief because he'd never attempted to ponder the converse poser: then what did that make men? Of course it didn't really matter what Sam thought provided he stayed out of the way of women and allowed them to have a nice day. Sam also knew why he...
My thanks to my editor Wildsweetone for the time she has spent on this story, as always any mistakes are mine not hers. This story is a sequel to another story of mine - THE CAR When the phone rang the room had been filled with the sound of frenetic Gaelic music, Laura uncurled her legs, got up from her chair, paused her favorite video, “Riverdance”, bef...
Cathy slumped into a lounge chair, she had been pleased at the departure of her mother and her sister, Jane, on their world trip, but that was almost eleven months ago and apart from a variety of brief lesbian interludes, Cathy had been largely unsuccessful in her main plans for a harem of slaves. Cathy mused to herself that Emily, her pseudo mum, had been l...