This far north, the sky doesn’t fully darken in summer. Aquamarine edges circle an indigo zenith, the inkiness punctured by stars. My breath fogs on the window and I swipe absently to clear it again. The house sits dark and quiet around me. The baby sleeps, for now. I cup my tender breasts and smile. She should be down for the night now after her recent nursing. Her eyes were watchful on mine as she fed. I could gaze at h...

I stared at my office door, as if it would open via thought alone, revealing Tabby on her knees. A demonstration of her obedience. Her needs. My focus flicked between the door and the spreadsheet she'd asked me to review. I scrolled past endless columns of numbers. Added a formula. Deleted it. Gulped some water. Distracted. Like any of her regular employees, I'd knocked on her open door earlier and patiently given her tim...

The grip on his hair changed from commanding to caressing once he was kneeling between open legs. Hours researching: books, diagrams, porn... nothing compared. His cock grew as he leaned in, inhaled. Mouth-watering. Arousal clung to pink folds, seeping from hidden depths as he was lured closer, the scent dizzying, demanding. His tongue snuck out, sliding silkily through warm wetness and her flavour flooded his senses. A m...

Everything drips incessantly. Rain presses down on the buildings and streets heavier than the expectations of those inside. The city is sluggish in the dark, the deluge ensuring only those with a need or nowhere else to go to venture out. Whoops and hollers flare and die as revellers dash from cab to club, searching for that thrill. Tyres hiss, then fade, their transience mirroring their passengers’ fleeting journeys. Thi...

Memories flooded back.I’d lost, so it was me bent over the table, net repurposed to restrain both ankles, gym skirt hiked up and panties pulled down. Seven swats, we’d agreed. That was my score deficit.The first couple stung like fuck, table tennis bat bouncing off my rump with a pleasing splat. Then searing heat took over and I was begging for it by the time he discarded the bat and plunged into dripping arousal.Now we s...

I have no idea how she's going to explain this to her husband. The rope marks around her wrists and ankles would be difficult enough, but at least they'll fade in a day or two. What I'm about to do to her wriggling form will last weeks. With one limb tethered to each of the bedposts, she tests the bonds that snap taut and slacken as she responds to the barest brushes of my fingertips across her body. The nipples I skim ar...

Troy crested the ridge, orange light from the twin suns illuminating weary features. He’d made it. Survived. The meadow stretched below him, prize as yet unseen on the central knoll. Negotiating boulder-strewn terrain he plunged into grass, shedding clothes as he advanced. Fingers brushed red petals, hardening resolve, and manhood. At the knoll’s base he knelt, plucked a flowering bud, offered thanks. His cock swelled as...

To the casual observer, she was 'manager-appropriate'. All polite smiles as she leaned against the bar, sipping wine. Inside, an inferno raged. Hijacked on arrival. Breathless fumbles in the cloakroom made her outrageously wet. God, so wrong, but she wanted him. He'd tugged damp panties aside, finger-fucked her, then slid the vibrating egg into slickness and left her to straighten creased clothes. Now he watched from acro...

He’d left me alone for the hour. He hadn’t even satisfied himself, just left me tied, splayed and dripping and alone with my thoughts. I hadn’t met the man with the accent before. I was sure of that. What did it matter anyway? I’d know him soon enough. The seconds ticked into minutes. I flexed and stretched best I could to ease the tension. To stop from wondering. It didn’t work. Two men. Two. Two cocks, god help me. The...

Strong fingers lace with mine as we amble beneath the oak canopy along the woodland track. The breeze carrying vestiges of the lazy summer – our summer – ruffles the tiny fair hairs on the back of my hand. Hairs that he's brushed so often, my sharpened senses respond automatically, pulse quickening. The serenity is absurd compared with the firestorm of passion that has raged unchecked throughout his secondment. It can't e...

I should be paying attention to my wife, sitting beside me in the restaurant, but she doesn't suck dick like Jessica does. Doesn't let me take her on a twisted, teasing sexual journey where the only goal is pleasure dialled to eleven. Above the lively conversation from other diners around us, my wife's engaging and funny. Successful, smart, pretty. Those tumbling blonde locks shake as Mitch cracks a lame joke opposite whi...

She's so fucking beautiful, amber eyes wild as she struggles naked on her marital bed against the silk scarf that secures her wrists. Her breath snorts hot against the hand I've clamped across her mouth, the phone in my other. The call connects. "Oh hi, this is Leah's... husband." I flick my gaze down to meet hers, flashing with anger. "Sorry to bother you so early, but she won't be coming into work today." I listen a mom...

I barely hear the lively buzz of our friends around the table because my sole focus is her. Emilia. Laughing animatedly at her husband's anecdote, waves of hair shaking over bare shoulders, slowing as she senses my penetrative gaze and makes eye contact. I witness the flash. The spark. Nobody knows. Not Ben, not Rebecca. Not Steve. Not my wife. All oblivious to our affair that gnaws at my fractured subconscious, swamping...

The picture arrived on my phone with her accompanying message: This one? I tapped, made it full screen. Gasped involuntarily. The deep blue off-the-shoulder dress brought out the same colour in her eyes, dark tresses cascading forward into the lens, backlit by the changing room bulb. Hell yes, I typed. You don't think it's too short? Nothing is too short on you. Shoosh, you. Can't upstage the bride. Throwing the tennis ba...

Her trust means everything to me. The way she stands naked in the centre of the hotel room, arms voluntarily behind her back as I circle; a shark taking in every nuance of beauty I long to devour. The cascade of chestnut locks cover her breasts at the front and brush the midpoint of her spine between the vee her arms make, hands clasped. Her wedding band glints in the lamplight, a stark reminder of stakes long forgotten....