I was sitting in my office in a small Scandinavian town and it was a nice lazy sunny Thursday morning at the end of June. Like everybody else, I was looking forward to a four week summer holiday, which began at noon on Friday. Then I got the mail and shit hit the fan. No business mail today and the only mail was an anonymous letter, which read: "Dear friend...
This story is really an account of events that have happened in recent years and told in the hope of encouraging all couples to keep some variety in their relationship - variety is the spice of life after all. We married in 1979 and are still very happily married. We are an average middle aged couple living in the UK. I'm 46, balding and have a little baby...
Myra Broxon was short, pretty, vivacious and fun. She was in her early 30s and was a senior charge nurse at a large NHS hospital that was just off the M25 London Orbital Motorway. And she had got herself into a bit of a pickle, to be honest. She had been married to her husband Stan for ten years. She loved Stan to bits, but the problem with hospitals anywhe...
Dan and Mandy: our holiday in Cap d'Agde Chapter 1 (Arrival) This is Dan. My wife Mandy and I spent a two-week holiday in Cap d'Agde in the south of France in September. We stayed in the naturist section, called Port Ambonne, which has a reputation as a place where couples come to have fun after the family holiday season has finished. We had such a wild tim...
You must all have heard about the gambler who having lost all of his money in a card game then stakes his car in an effort to recover all that he has lost. He loses and, unable to imagine life without a car throws the deeds to his house into the pot. The losing run continues. The gambler is wondering how to tell his nubile young wife that they have nowhere t...
The following are verbatim extracts from my Journals, including dialogue as recorded at the time; plus additional, (bracketed) explanation or comment if and when required. I have kept a Diary since my childhood but switched to the Journal format a couple of years before these entries begin, finding the unstructured pages of a notebook more useful than the li...
My wife and I had booked a holiday in a quiet spot in the welsh countryside over a year ago only for Mary to fall pregnant 5 months before we were due to take our holiday. Mary insisted that we still have our holiday even though she was beginning to get a lot hornier with each passing day of her pregnancy and was demanding sex more and more often than usual....
Here we are at the precipice of, yet, another happy holiday season and, after so many of us have looked forward to and experienced the excitement of Christmas as children, we had the fun and the joy of buying toys for our children, and, later, were allowed to spoil our grandchildren with generous gifts. Now that we are older and mired neck deep in a poor eco...
When Cilla and I got married we both had good jobs and friendly employers. Whilst our children were small we would go abroad for our holidays in the sun. Spain, Greek Islands, Turkey, Cyprus even Dubai one year when I got recognition for special accomplishments. Then the recession hit the economy. The Conservative Party under Cameron the Prime Minister, intr...
Ian felt drained. Two days of solid fucking. His dream woman was underneath him, her huge solid tits pressing into his chest as he relentlessly drove into her. He had lost count of the number of times she had made him cum and the number of different ways she had teased him to the point of ejaculation. Now though, this was pure animalistic fucking. The only...