I’m just dying to tell someone about what happened last weekend. Actually, I shouldn't say anything but if I don’t, I’ll just burst. For the first time in a very long time, life, except for an occasional guilty feeling, couldn't be better.It all started a couple of months ago when my boiler began making an awful racket. The hot water was defying the trades descriptions act and the central heating was there only in name. L...

Thursday afternoon 1.35 pm Before approaching Dana from behind, Robert Cranton-Smith had unzipped his fly and fished out his erection in anticipation of her reaction. After wrapping his arms around her, he pushed his huge manhood into her shapely rear-end. Dana felt the hard flesh nestle between her buttocks, despite her tight skirt. She reached for it, and even with Robert's body pressing against her, she slipped her han...

Sally Brightwall was on one of London’s famous double-decker buses going down the Marsh Wall Rd. She was on her way to the Harbour Exchange Square, where the London Exchange Tower could be found. This new sixteen storey high skyscraper, comprising of not one, but two giant fortifications, was just one of many modern office blocks that rose from what once was waste ground, and now formed the heart of London’s Docklands. Lo...

Thursday afternoon, 12.40 pm Dana Jones stood in front of the vanity units in the office restroom and regarded herself critically in the enormous mirrors. Her dark shoulder length hair normally pulled back into an ugly bun, was loose and wild looking. The tiny amount of make-up she usually wore wouldn't have turned any heads in Los Angeles more popular singles bars, let alone the office, and that was fine. However, Dana w...

Thursday afternoon, 2:00 pm   "Come on, Mark, fuck me… get on with it… yes… yes… oooh… that's it, Mark, let me feel it deep in me,” Dana moaned as Mark's searing hot flesh pierced her pink wetness.  Her ragged breathing filled the office as his huge, thick cock jack-hammered into her silky hot tunnel. "Ooh, you fucking bastards," she groaned, head hanging down in a gesture of submission.  Dana Jones, a tall, lithe, attrac...

“Do you like what you see boys?” I asked huskily. They nodded eagerly. I glanced at our surroundings to make sure we were safe. It was perfect. We were at the edge of the park, the main pathway and seating area about fifteen yards in front of me, hidden by the thick shrubbery. To the left, houses formed the border of the park and to the right, flashes of color were visible as strollers walked past, oblivious to our intent...

I’d seen the two young lads strolling around the shopping center earlier today but paid no particular attention to them. Up until now, they were just part of the scenery. There were so many young people hanging around the precinct, their presence wasn’t that noticeable. However, my curiosity was aroused after finally realizing (we women have an uncanny instinct about these things) that they were actually following me. Mom...

“Shit!” That was too damned close. Fear of crashing and dying instantly flashed through my brain seconds before the car finally halted. A lamppost illuminating the car park, was just inches from the front bumper, leaving me marveling at my luck.From the telephone lying in my lap, I could hear my mother shouting, “Andrea? Andrea? what’s happening? Are you still there?”I breathed a huge sigh of relief and tried calming down...

The automatic doors of head office opened and a blast furnace heat encompassed me, taking my breath away. England was experiencing the strangest summer in years. We either had monsoon like rainfall for a couple of days or such tropical temperatures which no one in their right mind could stay outside, which lasted two or three weeks at a time. Everyone hated the rain more than sunshine but when you have to go to work in 30...