Some of you might remember my short cameo ‘Damned if…’ - about my other half’s niece who came to stay. Cranky after a miserable car journey my ‘Good ~ Lady’ suggested that I ‘looked after’ her by giving her one of my ‘Famous’, well that’s according to my Lady, massages.  Massage my foot!! I’m not sure who put who up to what but we/she ended up screwing the bejesus out of each other. Now please don’t get me wrong - I’m not...

Sven waited on the farmhouse doorstep, hearing the footsteps approaching in answer to his ringing of the bell. The smile as Sam opened the door brightened the cold, damp afternoon better than any sunshine might have done.  Sven kissed her as he stepped quickly in, so she could shut the door before the dismal late winter day had time to penetrate the warmth within. "Sven - it's a welcome return - so good to see you again,...

Sven was completing the last half of his workout on the exercise bike in the gym when Jay sauntered up behind him. She leaned her chest against his left arm and blew gently into his ear. Sven, feeling her right breast squashed against his arm groaned inwardly; woodies don't work in this condition, he thought. "Jay, you bitch, it's always the same. You only do that when I can't do anything about it!" She laughed gently and...

Business took me to the town where my sister lived. Then the dilemma kicked in. The business meeting dragged, and it became obvious that we were never going to manage to cram everything in over the working lunch on Friday. None of the others wanted to stay late on what was after all poets day. Poets day? Ah, come on! You’ve all heard of Poets day? Piss Off Early Tomorrow’s Saturday!Yeah well, that’s just fine and dandy fo...

Even though Babs had promised to tell Katie all about our little ‘Adventure,’ in the end it had seemed to come to nought. I’d been both distracted and busy and it had been a week or so since I’d been back to my usual Café haunt and when I did so it had been to find that Katie had also moved on.My gentle inquiry was met by the information that she had moved in with her new boyfriend and they were now living in an apartment...

‘Babs!’She looked in her mid-teens, but I knew differently - I had been at the Café on the day she came of age… twenty-one. Given the way she looked, tall and very willowy, I doubt she wore a bra and never displayed a VPL, so almost certainly wore a thong. Certainly she had an ass that was perfect. Eye wateringly, dribblingly so. Oh! And she flirted, outrageously. With everyone. Me included. Once unable to sleep, I had ca...

Writers Note: If you haven’t already done so, this story is the follow up to ‘Dilemma & Surprise’ and will make more sense if you read that story first.As she made her bombshell announcement, Pat, looking into the camera, blew me a kiss and before I could say anything just said, “Bye Love!” And cut the connection.As she got up off the settee and moved out of the shot, she left me ‘hanging’ in more ways than one. I glanced...

Dilemma? Well, yes. Ask any writer and storytelling is apparently ‘very easy.’ Back in my school days, you learned that to write successfully that all stories had a beginning, a middle and an end. They may have been called by differing names but basically, that was it. So what’s the dilemma? Well, in the case of what I’m going to tell you I have no idea where either this really started or where the end is either likely or...

“Damn!”The curse was heartfelt. Having just woken up I could see the time was just four minutes past three in the morning. Remembering I had deliberately unset my ‘Do not Disturb’ feature did nothing to help being woken up by the incoming text at such an ungodly hour of the day.Sighing to myself, I leaned over, grabbed my phone and looked to see who had sent me a ‘spam’ text. I cheered up a little to find it was from Mand...

I was sat having a coffee in a cafe I sometimes go to. Not a regular haunt as it was about fifteen miles away from my hometown, but nevertheless I do visit perhaps once or twice a month. Far enough away and more on the tourist trail than normal, it was a good place to go to have a bit of peace and quiet as I seldom, if ever, saw anyone I knew while I visited.Except today.I had been pondering the meaning of life, comfortab...

I was sat with Steffi, wife of an old friend, who was currently, like me, watching her husband on the dance floor with Jan, my wife. Now that it was towards the end of the evening it was a slower dance. Jan and Mike were dancing closely. Um, no. Jan and Mike were dancing very closely, in a darker corner of the dance floor. Steffi and I were not too worried about dancing - I have two left feet and can't keep to any sort of...

Ever get the feeling you’ve just been stitched...? It’s an unhappy feeling especially when the person doing the stitching is your dearly beloved, your other half. I lead a normal, easy going fairly blameless life these days. Ok, so Sven hasn’t always been entirely good, but, if you pardon the vernacular, for most of the time I’ve been 'gooder' than most - or perhaps lucky and careful not to get caught too often. This time...

It’s the wee small hours of a hot humid night. One of those times when the air-con doesn’t seem to do very much to make things better. I’m lying naked on top of the bed, trying to sleep with a zero chance of it happening. I love the US, but temperatures when you’re from a small maritime-climated nation are a heck of a problem, and I sure as hell am not use to them! A shower, or a swim? In my current state the swim seems l...

I’m not at the office today.  Nope, I’m out on the road and it just so happens that I have to make a detour though your neck of the woods. Tapping on the open back door, I just ambled in. I’ve done it before and although it makes you jump, you’ve got used to it now. You even tell me if you’re going to be alone for the day. Naughty beast! So I know he’s not here. You also know I hoped to find time to drop by, just not this...

As the light of the dawn starts to show the colours within the darkened room, I begin to see you in more detail.     You sleep on, quietly. A half smile on your face, your eye-lids fluttering to some half remembered, half forgotten dream of rapture long ago. Or maybe you remember our passion of last night.   The frenzy of our love-making, inspired by the prolonged sensuous build-up of our drawn out, saucy and risqué lette...