Manchester 10th January 1840 The carriage came to a stop outside a red brick house with an octagonal tower rising above the entrance. Two gas lamps flickered either side of the door. At least he is rich enough to buy himself a new coat , Faith thought to herself. But she already knew that. The coat he had ruined wrapping it round her to keep her warm must have cost five guineas at least. More money than Faith had received...

Director's log: Day 223 Alcohol might have been the answer, if only there was some of it left. The beer ran out first, not that there was much of that to start with. A week later the liquor was all gone. That was over a month ago. The only way to make more would be to ferment some of the small stock of remaining grain. And that is reserved for a seed stock if we survive long enough to repopulate the surface. High above th...

"Watch out!" It was close to noon and the sun had been up seven hours at least. The field should have been safe enough: no visible shade for miles. Hearing Jex's shout, the woman stopped digging, turned to see the lumbering beast approaching and ran. At the sound of the call, the abomination turned and began shuffling in Jex's direction. He had his shotgun pointed at it just in case but there was no point in risking a sho...

Baz swiveled in his dual axis ergonotic chair flipping switches and pressing buttons in choreographed display of manual dexterity and physical agility. The control consoles stretched out in all directions forming a spherical cage like structure and the chair could tilt and turn in all directions to allow access to any one of them. Far below him, the revellers applauded and cheered as each carefully timed touch brought a d...

Kate strode towards the TSA agent and the point of no return. Once past the guard she was committed: He had said he would be on the other side and he always kept his promises. Once she saw him, touched him in the flesh, the rest would be inevitable. Already an adulteress in thought, she would become one in deed. It was natural that this change should give rise to mixed feelings. Kate loved her husband and trusted his love...

"It's all about trust". Kate looked around the store realizing that she had said the words aloud. Fortunately nobody seemed to have heard her or if they had they had ignored her. People talk to themselves in public all the time these days, a consequence of cheap mobile phones and Bluetooth headsets. The lube was on the bottom shelf. Kate wondered if this might be the reason A. had told her to buy it here. She would have t...

Well you said your wife's a liar when she said your prick's no use. But on the subject of your penis she was tellin' you the truth. I don't need seven inches or an eleven inch surprise. But man oh man, your dick's just small, it's hardly any size. I like a cock that's meaty, a cock that's thick, a cock thats round. But when you dropped your trousers, a joke is what I found I've never seen so tiny and when erect it looks q...

You can call me complete bastard, that's certainly your right. You can call me an adulterer, you could even start a fight. You didn't want to fuck her, so I took her instead. I had her in your kitchen, on your stairs and in your bed. And even when you're in her cunt, I fuck her in her head. I showed her sex that's tender, and I've shown her sex that's rough. I listened to her secret needs, I stopped when she said enough....

Kate looked at the small brown package left by the UPS truck. The package itself was utterly unremarkable in every way except that it was curiously heavy for such a small box. The sender's name was printed on the shipping slip, but this gave no clue as to what might be inside. The name 'W & A Distribution' meant nothing to Kate either. But she knew exactly what the package contained and the very thought of it gave her a k...

[Author's note: All the correspondence in this story is genuine. If you see similar in your own inbox either here or at another site you should consider the outcome in this case.] Henry scanned the arrivals board for the tenth time that day. The plane had landed twenty minutes ago, with luck Mary waiting for her bags to come off the conveyor belt. He could hardly believe it was less than a month since he had received her...

The rain started just as we neared the top of the mountain pass. We were cutting across the tail end of the Jura going from Lausanne to meet some friends for dinner in France. As we reached the top, we saw the vast plain of the Pays de Gex falling away beneath us. The view is stunning on a clear day. On that day the view was astonishing for a different reason as the dark shadow of the storm clouds above moved swiftly acro...

The woman sitting next to me might easily have been a model: mid twenties, blond hair bobbed short, narrow hips, slender figure and the dress she was wearing must have easily cost seven hundred quid. It was obvious something was wrong. Every few minutes she took an iPhone out of her Louis Vuitton handbag and looked at it with a fixed angry glare. Then she pulled out her purse, extracted a piece of paper, a photograph from...

When Lena told us she was pregnant, my first thought was that I must be the father. I had been fucking her every day for the past week and her husband had been absent abroad for a year. Fortunately I had had enough experience of pregnancy tests to know that they are unlikely to detect a pregnancy until at least seven days after conception. Four weeks ago Lena had flown out to be with Bod while he spent a few days in Europ...

We spent the whole week between Christmas and New Year's Day at Lena's house. Clothes other than bath robes were worn only for trips outside. Other than restaurants, the only notable trip was to a sex shop where I bought Lena a second butt plug to match the one she gave Eve. The two women would wear them round the house together, a constant reminder of the next sex session they were preparing for. After a few days of bare...

"Oh, I am sorry." Fortunately it was my wife Eve, who burst in on us and not Lena's husband the firearms enthusiast. Whatever your personal opinion on gun control, I much prefer a husband to be unarmed should we meet while I am in the act of cuckolding him. A wife is better than an armed husband. A wife that begins by actually apologising when discovering her man buried in the ass of her best friend, well that is somethin...