The woman hurried towards me, then when she was close enough for there to be eye contact, she pulled up. For a moment I thought she was going to run away. Then she put one foot in front of the other, moving at a snail’s pace. “Martin?” she asked, extending a cautious hand. “And you must be Meghan,” I said as we shook. “Sorry I’m late. Only…” “Think nothing of it.” I glanced up at the town hall clock, as I had done at inte...

How many times had the lad stood up there before Rod happened to catch sight of him? More importantly, how was it possible that she hadn’t noticed him there herself? He seemed so conspicuous at the upstairs window. But then she’d had no reason to look up, had she? Knowing made all the difference, and this was the third time she’d seen him. Angling her head to make it look as if she wasn’t staring from behind her dark sung...

“Jeez,” the freely perspiring, oversized hunk of man beef said, opening the car door. “How come it always rains in your country?” I wanted to ask if a man who clearly had hyperactive sweat glands didn’t find England more congenial than California, where he spent most of his time, but it wasn’t my job. I also wanted to ask him if he didn’t have bigger fish to fry. There was a media scrum at the airport. Revelations about B...

Margie was up early enough to almost have the pool to herself. The brochure was very effusive on the subject of the mineral-rich waters, to the extent where it stopped just short of promising eternal life. Being slightly dubious of any claims made in marketing material, Margie rather doubted she would be running a marathon any time soon, far less surviving her allotted life span, but she had to admit that after a colon-cl...

Is it really flashing if nobody sees? That was the question. Her husband had seen, of course, on drives in the country; Greg aiming his camera at her as she bared the body he was so familiar with, and that she was so familiar with showing him. They’d look at the pictures later, of her posing against a tree trunk with her skirt pulled up, or leaning back against the car with erect nipples teasing the tops of bra cups. On o...

Bright lights, pubs and clubs. Laughter, shouting, drunkenness and expectation; scattered chips, spilled beer and kebabs reduced to vomit. Most married couples our age merely skirted the area, heading for the more upmarket restaurants, or maybe a bit of musical theatre. Not so Belinda and I. But we weren’t here for the pubs and clubs. Nor to laugh and shout. Nor were we drunk, though we’d popped into the Merry Crow for a...

She leaned into the car, right in, reaching right across from the driver’s side to the glove compartment. There was a surge in her stomach. Not fear exactly, but nerves, crawling through her intestines. Having never done anything like this before, she wasn’t sure how much the man could see. She couldn’t even be sure he was there, though she was convinced he was. What was really nerve-racking was to think that there might...

There was only one person outside the church gates, so it had to be her. I was five minutes late, and she had the look about her of someone impatiently waiting for someone. I didn’t cross the road. Instead I took out my mobile. The message I sent was succinct. “I’m here.” Her name was Kate, or at least that’s what she claimed. She was wearing a knee-high pencil skirt and black nylons with three inch heels. It was warm eno...

“There’s a condition.” “What’s that?” “When my husband and I arrange these little sessions, we always invite someone to watch?” “What there? In the room?” “No. It’s like a cam show, only private. It adds spice.” “How many would be watching?” “Just the one. Unless you’d like there to be more ;)” “Who?” “Just some guy.” Just some guy. Some sad, lonely guy sitting at home in front of his computer with his thing out, getting...

The carriage doors slid shut. There were just the four of them inside now. Further up on the same side as herself was a couple, radiating the obsessiveness of new love. Next to her, on her right, the man. She hadn’t chosen him particularly; on the contrary, he’d sat down next to her because it was one of few seats left. But that was seven stations ago. Now, as the train left the station and accelerated into the tunnel, Be...

“So what brings you here?”“It’s been a while,” Jasmine Brooks said, looking very comfortable in the armchair I usually reserved for myself.“Fifteen years,” I said. “But you’re not here to catch up on old times, are you?”“Maybe I am, in a manner of speaking.” Jasmine glanced at the newspaper on the table with its lurid headline, “KINKIER THAN FICTION. Queen of raunch-lit nailed in sex club raid.”“I know you write for a riv...

Wendy squirms. I enjoy watching her squirm. She sits on her own settee in her own living room with bondage tape wound tightly around her ankles, calves and all the way up to her knees, where it meets a black pencil skirt. Her arms are behind her back, bondage tape wrapped tightly from wrists to elbows. More tape is wrapped around her torso, holding her arms in place and wound around a silky forest green, high neck top, fo...

“Relax, Melanie,” I told the young woman sitting on the other side of the desk. “You’re doing fine. I’m very impressed with your skill set and the way you carry yourself.”“Thank you, Mr Morecock.”“That said, I have to tell you that there are a number of applicants who are more or less at your level. In the end, it will probably come down to who I’m confident will provide something a bit special, that little bit extra.”Mel...

“So how was your day? Did anything interesting happen?”“Interesting? You have a one track mind. Do you know that?”“Never mind that. Did anything interesting happen?”“You mean out of the ordinary?”“You know what I mean.”“I’d like to say Ms Mergan coming to work in a fuck-me dress, but that’s hardly out of the ordinary.”“It’s not very secretarial of her, is it? What kind of dress was it?”“What kind of dress? You mean, like,...

“Sorry. I had something in my mouth.”“What was it?”“What?”“That you had in your mouth. Tell me.”My wife giggles on the other end of the phone. “I think you know.”“Tell me.”Karen breathes in. “A big hard cock. I had a big hard cock in my mouth.” She says it with real relish.My own big hard cock twitches in my hand. “Put it back.”“What’s that, darling?”“Put that big hard cock back in your mouth. Let me hear you suck on it.”...