I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11PM and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of...
'I was sure he had a good view down the Mall to the palace. And I was sure he was saluting' How do I find them? Well, it's not a science. It's hit and miss, good luck and bad. Friends, business colleagues tell me about theirs. I ask them questions, nothing obvious, but little things slip out that give me clues. And I look through the Yellow Pages listings -...
Chapter 7 Spanish Fandango It was with a great sense of relief that Beverley and Graham jetted off for their holiday in the south of Spain. Their lives had recently become closely entangled with Sylvia, Gerald, Linda and Dorothy and they welcomed the opportunity to distance themselves from the rather intense sexual relationships that had developed. They id...
It was not turning out to be Susan's day. Her boyfriend had just ditched her and she was having to make her own way home on foot. Then she heard her name being called. "Hi Susan – what are you doing all alone?" "Oh no!" Susan recognised a couple of girls who she thought were in her past. They had been a year ahead of her at school in their small English co...
She came out of the hotel toilet and took my breath away. We had talked and talked and talked about this night, agonising over each detail. It was a huge step to open our marriage to sex with others, and though we were both excited by the idea, neither of us wanted to risk our marriage. So we'd ended with this night that had started as a fantasy of mine, but...
"Him?" she cried and crossed her arms as she scowled angrily. "It's impossible." The two office clerks looked out of their office canteen window at a young man, leaning against the bridge and watching the railway junction intently. "He's a train-spotter; he's scared of girls," she added, her abrasive tone of voice not hiding her obvious annoyance at the sugg...
THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... What the hell?! Sitting up I blindly reached for my phone to check the time. 2.07 am. Disorientated and exhausted I tried to work out what had woken me so abruptly, THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... Bloody hell Rosie! It may have been a while but I knew the sound of fucking and from the way the headboard was hitting the wall she was...
Eric walked up the front steps of his next job. The house was neat and white with a small porch. The front yard matched the house well with a neatly mowed lawn beneath a sprawling Poinciana tree. The flowerbeds were a riot of colour; tall dahlias with their impossible large flowers above snapdragons. In one bed a mass of sunflowers nodding their giant gold h...
Chapter 5: Sex Out Of The City "The hotel we ended up in was out in the Cotswolds and we stayed for a long weekend which included Sunday night. So on Monday morning after an early but nevertheless very exciting arsefuck we left and made our way back to London. We decided to explore a bit as we had all day to go only about eighty miles, and we were travellin...
I had to attend a business conference and decided I would take my Personal Assistant, Fiona, with me. I thought she would enjoy a stay in a posh hotel for two or three nights, especially as she was leaving me soon to get married in another part of the country. It would be a small 'thank you' for all of her help. Oh by the way, in case you don't know me, I'm...