It’s dark in the room. It has to be dark if I’m to see out, across to next door, where lights burn in the upstairs room about twenty yards away.This is by now a ritual, at least when I’m upstairs alone and Sandra hasn’t yet come up. If I hear her on the s...
“Tickets, please!”The man looks tired, but does his best to appear imposing. It’s the last train of the night, an empty carriage save for the two people right at one end, sitting diagonally across from one another.I bring the requested item out of my pock...
It was a trifle ironic that the language section was the library’s least popular. Perhaps that was why the girl had chosen it.It was almost certainly why the girl had chosen it.From his office James had a view diagonally across a tiny courtyard to the lan...
“Discipline is what you need, girl!” As Lady Hilda spoke, she let the tails of the hand-crafted leather flogger stroke the girl’s spine.The girl stiffened. She was bent over the mistreatment table, dressed only in pink hipster panties and a white t-shirt....
I still have the magazines, some of them over 20 years old. They may be slightly faded, in spite of my best attempts to keep them in good nick, but I still derive a great deal of pleasure from seeing my wife in them.She was a real looker back then, and I...
Things took longer than I hoped, but not nearly as long as I feared. On the odd occasion when I chanced to be alone, briefly, with Mrs Hotter she would tease me in some way. A flash of stocking top, letting me have a quick feel of a boob, even whispering...
My mother shrieked.This was not unusual. My mother was fond of shrieking. She would shriek in any circumstance where a reaction was called for. Now she was standing in the middle of the kitchen in her best clothes, ready for her and my father to go out fo...
It was without doubt the most embarrassing moment of my life. There I stood in a back street with a brown paper bag between my feet and its contents, five dirty mags, spread out on the pavement in front of me. Not only that, but Mrs Hotter was standing th...
”Can’t Buy Me Love”, ”Love Don’t Cost a Thing” – you know the songs; the ones dedicated to the prospect that love is a magical thing, independent of the sordid world of pounds, dollars, euros.Of course they’re all ideological; handy ways of disguising the...
The store room was dusty and had the unmistakable smell about it of the unwanted. It wasn’t so much a place to store things as to bury them, it sometimes seemed to her. Every book, machine, chair, desk, shelf and eraser that was no longer needed at the sc...
The three men were endowed with enormous cocks. When they rammed those beasts into her holes, stretching her to the hilt, she was half afraid she would break into several parts. But it was what she’d wanted. She’d lived so long with her husband’s deficien...
“I’m sorry I didn’t show up last time,” Karen said.“Well,” I shrugged, “it’s strictly voluntary.”“All the same,” Karen replied. “I don’t want you to think it’s because I’m not interested.”“Oh, it would be difficult to make that mistake,” I said.I wasn’t j...
“Guess who I’ve just befriended,” my wife said.She was lying naked on the bed, resting on one elbow, the laptop in front of her. She’d logged on to Lush while she was waiting for me.“Who?” I said, moving towards the bed, bollock naked myself.“Emily from n...
Something is going on. I don’t know what it is, and it makes me nervous. I’ve had this feeling all week. Now it’s Friday evening and I’m all in the dark.I mean this literally. Straight after work I went to the sex shop, where my videos now show on repeat,...
I’m on tenterhooks all Sunday waiting for the call. When it does come it’s almost dark out. It’s been just over a week since I’ve seen Catherine, what with her husband being home, although I’ve had videos of her to me to keep me company. I don’t care wher...
