Sitting at the dining table, I tried ignoring the gritty feeling behind my eyeballs caused by the lack of sleep. Tiredness wasn't my only problem. Shame and stupidity are not good bedfellows at the best of times but I couldn't change the past. All I could do now was silently rue last night's decisions. oØo “Can Andrea sleep over tonight, Daniel? It is a Friday after all,” Shannon asked sweetly over dinner. Usually, her mo...
John Detroit glared defiantly at his captives and flexed his muscles. Two of the brawny apes — so-called heavies employed to do the dirty work — stood on either side of the only exit and stoically ignored him. At the same time, the Russian mafia's beautiful but ruthless enforcer, Nikita Tavorik scornfully regarded his attempt at resistance. In truth, despite his truculent glare, Detroit was a scared man. Who wouldn't be?...
Some readers might find this interesting, but others may be scandalised by the contents, especially as it involves my stepdaughter and me letting our desires get the better of common sense. Under normal circumstances, this incident should never have happened, but sometimes life throws one a curve ball that could never be anticipated. Whatever, it's my story, and I'll tell it as it happened. Although an introvert, I've alw...
The late autumn sun was still powerful enough to make its presence known, but it didn't stand a chance against the strong coastal breeze coming off the North Sea. Still, stopping to stare out at the distant horizon, it felt good on my face when the wind dropped for a second. "Shall we go and get a coffee," Dan whispered, his lips brushing my ear. His burly arms were wrapped around my waist and his manly frame supported me...
Lying on my bed, wondering about the vagaries of life, I felt like a million dollars - so good, in fact, not even the warm spunk that was dribbling from my gaping pussy and forming a wet spot on my expensive Egyptian cotton sheets bothered me — Well, for the moment, anyway. To put it blissfully, I'd just been well and truly fucked and was enjoying the post-coïtus feeling of true satisfaction. Then my iPhone warbled, the v...
Observing the three beautiful young applicants through the small square window, I noticed they seemed more attractive every year and sighed wistfully. I watched them examine the blandly decorated reception area and saw that their expectant expressions began to change one by one. Knowing what would happen within the next few minutes, I wondered how many, and if any, would still be sitting there in ten minutes. Despite its...
As Christmas parties go, it had been alright. Everybody seemed to enjoy themselves without getting boisterous, and no one could complain about Steve and Suzanne's hospitality. Their house was beautifully decorated in white and silver tinsel, interspersed with tiny Christmas lights that gave the whole interior a cosy ambience without looking like something out of a Disney movie. The caterers had also done a fantastic job....
"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to the Hollywood Celebrity Entertainment Show. If you've just joined us, here's Joanne with today's biggest news story." "Why, thank you, John. As you may have already heard, there are unconfirmed reports that two-time Academy Award winner and undoubtedly one of Hollywood's most successful actresses, Hailey Buchanan, has been leading a secret double life as Reddits' Beverly Hills Girl...
Having waved off the last guests, I walked into the war zone that was my kitchen. While my husband and his younger brother sprawled in our luxurious armchairs, having succumbed to the copious amounts of alcohol they'd consumed, I stared at all the pots, pans, and dirty plates. Briefly, I wondered why Gordon insisted on inviting neighbours to these bloody awful dinner parties. Most of the men present this evening annoyed h...
"Oooh God, I'm going to cum. Don't stop… pleeease, keep going." Despite the sound of my heavy breathing and sweat running down my face, hearing our beautiful neighbour's pleas as I pumped my cock along her smooth anal passage while she wantonly held her buttocks apart was music in my ears. So, how did I get to be banging Danielle's sweet little tushy? Ever since my wife, Andrea, introduced Danielle to me many years ago, I...
"Shit," Samantha cursed, turning on the gas stove. "My phone's in my room." I was sitting at our so-called dining table, having just finished my cornflakes, and admiring her choice of clothing: loose vest and sexy knickers. "D'ya want some coffee?" Samantha asked, filling the old kettle with one hand and pulling at the slither of cloth between her if I might say so, delightful buttocks with the other. "Well do ya," she d...
Washing the muck and grime from my hands, I was feeling pretty good about myself. A man had brought a car into the garage, saying his gearbox had gone to the shitter and he could get only two of the five gears. Having been given the job by my boss, I started working on it after lunch, convinced it would be a late one. However, Lady Luck was on my side and it turned out to be an easy fix. Tightening the last nut, I looked...
Impatiently I looked at my watch. Five minutes past the hour, and everybody was getting a bit antsy. Looking towards the back of the church, I squinted, hoping to see some movement. Nothing! Just as my exasperation was getting the better of me, a door opened, and glancing over my shoulder, I saw the organist stretch his fingers. Then he leaned forward, and the opening chords of "Here comes the Bride" filled the ancient...
It's incredible how drinking too much alcohol can turn a happily married wife, and mother of a beautiful daughter, into a drunken, cock hungry slut. Take this evening, for example. I usually drink only a glass or two of wine when I go out, but tonight I went with the girls from work to a club and consumed more rum and cokes than was good for me. On one hand, the demon drink helped me lose all my inhibitions — but, on the...
"Dan, Mary-Jayne needs a ride this evening. Her car is in the shop, and she needs picking up from work. I'd do it myself, but it's Wednesday, and I have choir practise." "Uh, what did you say?" I mumbled into the newspaper. My good lady's voice soothes my soul in the evening, but in the morning, I do my best to ignore it. Violently, she ripped the page from my hands, and I looked into the angry eyes of my lovely wife. "Yo...
