I placed the jardinière beside the window seat, as she instructed. 'Thank you,' she said. 'Thank you very much. There's no way I could have got that home from the store on my own. Now ... I must get you some refreshment.' 'Thanks,' I said, 'but I really should be getting back. We're a bit short staffed today.' 'Nonsense,' she said. 'We'll have some tea. Y...
Introduction What is it about women that quickens our pulse, captures our hearts and minds, slows our breathing, and invokes longings and emotions? I have struggled with trying to answer these questions, and this article represents my own attempt to do just that. Whether it's the charm of a little girl's loving, innocent smile, or the seductive sparkle deep...
My wife is a nymphomaniac. Not a horror but an adventure story The dictionary defines nymphomania as excessive and uncontrollable sexual desire in women. Medical science classifies nymphomania as a disease. * * * Ours was an arranged match. When the offer first reached my ears I was not inclined to go through with the bride viewing process for the age...
I'm Sitting on her bed, trying to pass the time while she finishes taking her bath. I check my phone a couple of times, and then instead decide to gaze out of the window. The evening has barely begun, although it's winter so the final glow of sunlight is already waning, and I can feel a cold breeze creeping through the window. I can't wait to warm up with he...
In the beginning things were all hazy, Jill could not see clearly, everything had a halo around it - why? Before she could analyse the situation everything became crystal clear, she was in a crowded place, a club. There were people there that she knew but no-one spoke to her and she spoke to no-one. She had a feeling that she had been there a long time alt...
She was dreaming again. She must be. Hazel clearly remembered deciding never to return to the blasted tree, yet here she was, approaching the place where it all started. Worse, it was nighttime, and there was barely enough light to see by. Yes, it had to be a dream, albeit a very detailed and realistic one. She could see her own skin glowing softly in the di...
[My apologies to you all for the delay... Real life work intruded for a considerable while. I really hope you think is has been worth the wait] * * * * * "Come with me," she said her in haughtiest, sexiest voice. "We have a busy morning in front of us." You don't know the half of it, I told myself. I dabbed her body with the towel, which gave her skin a w...
ONE Sarah knew that life could never be the same again after the sexual revelations played out over Christmas. It had certainly rekindled her sex life with her husband, George. After their morning threesome with their manager Janet, Boxing day had been a round of duty visits to hospitals and children's wards. But Sarah's mind was never far away from the act...
Dear Dirty Diary, About a month and a half had passed since my New Year's Day love fest. Like most women, I seem to have an immense capacity for storing up sexual rapture, brought on by a good, solid orgasm. Louise and I had only exchanged pleasantries and non-sexual chitchat since. Perhaps an underlying guilt on my part had also cooled my sexual desires so...
Rising silently Margo took both of Cassie hands in hers and drew the girl after her through the dressing room and into the bathing area. Beyond the Jacuzzi lay a tile-lined space where a half dozen people had no doubt showered together under an assortment of fountains before another wall of mirrors. Everywhere they went in this suite they were accompanied by...