Uttansana the wall chart said, it highlighted the Lycra-clad ass perfectly. The clingy blue fabric clung to her cheeks; I could see nothing underneath as I shifted on the saddle. The class moved to Chakrasana, she turned revealing the fullest of camel toes. My weight moved entirely onto the saddle nose working my juices into my shorts. My eyes fixed onto her nipples, large and hard in her thin bra. Now I was fucking the s...

With great relief, I finally walked into my large and well-appointed hotel room with stunning views of the city. It should have been a pleasure. I had been travelling since the early hours, but my feet ached in my heels and I had the start of a lingering headache. This was not my deal; it had originated in our western office, but the agent had been taken ill and my name had come up as a substitute. I was, to put it mildly...

I slowly exhale. Lips pursed directing the long cool draft hat escapes my mouth. Delighted by the result, I quietly fill my lungs and repeat the process. This time, I allow my head to bob slightly up and down. Again, the result is instantaneous and so pleasing to the eye. Just one more, I decide, maybe a little harder. I blow again, slowly releasing the longest coolest stream yet. I watch in fascination as the delicate br...

I wore a retro forties style dress complete with traditional stockings and suspenders. Alain a vintage suit, double-breasted with wide lapels and a Fedora hat. Deep into the poppy field with its mass of crimson colour, we stopped at a fallen tree and I lifted my skirts and leaned forward. Slowly he eased my French cut knickers down, the breeze caressing my moist lips. I felt his heat and smelt his musk as he lined his coc...

 I’d been watching the woman on the opposite balcony. Each morning she would strip naked and follow a yoga routine. I pulled a chair to my window and settled with my heels on the windowsill. I could see her lithe body glinting with perspiration in the sunlight. Knees parted I started to stroke my already wet slit. The large carefully chosen silver bangle on my wrist was catching and reflecting the sun. She looked across a...

I had said my goodnights to mum and dad, and with hugs to each of them, headed to my new quarters above the garage. A short while later, the alarm system gave its signature bleep to announce that it was armed. This confirmed that my parents had retired to their room on the other side of the house. Now, we didn't have a huge house, but it's on a corner plot, and my room is above the garage. What my parents didn't know, and...

It was two months since Cindy had moved out of the family home to go to university. She’s my big sister, the one person that I could chat with, explore my thoughts with. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I could be myself with her, no judgement or disappointment on her face, just a generous, loving friend.  I’m Amy, and I live with my mum and dad and our dog Woody. We’re a loving, supportive family, but my parents ar...

University was finally over after three long years of near-constant study with holidays devoted to internships. It was hard coming from a high-achieving family; targets were high, expectations even higher and failure unheard of. It was even harder when you’re the youngest and just not as academically gifted as your older siblings. I have a brother and a sister. Eric is an ophthalmic surgeon, a real high flyer. Daisy, the...

The first few days were kind of novel. Not surprisingly, after all, we were dealing with novel coronavirus. I slept in, ate leisurely and caught up on my box sets. All the things you dream of doing when work beckons every day. I lived alone, my requirements were relatively simple, and I had stocked up at the market on my way home from work that last day. It must have been around day three or maybe four that I started to g...

Summer had moved through autumn. Long warm days, full of bright sunshine, had transitioned into cooler shorter days, full of pretty fall colours and then to winter. Bitingly cold, short days with the ever-present promise of frost and snow. It was just fourteen more sleeps until Christmas day. The decorations were in the shops. The lights were strung along the streets and malls. The air full of cinnamon and spicy scents an...

I had arrived to work my second evening at Phoebe’s Treats, an upmarket boutique specialising in sex toys and fine lingerie. Jenny the senior assistant was on the phone with Phoebe the store’s owner and Annie, the other assistant was organising a display of silk panties. Without fuss, I slipped off my coat and swapped my sneakers for the heeled pumps supplied as part of the uniform Phoebe wanted us to wear while on the jo...

After three months of Uni, I was happy and settled. I had a great roomie, excellent courses and a nice little job in the Uni café four evenings a week, which helped stretch my meagre funds. Of course, it was all too good to be true. The Uni authorities decided to sell off the café to an outside company to reduce costs. Not the cost to students, of course, as the prices all went up, but without wishing to sound bitter, I w...

It took a fumble or two with the locking mechanism, but then the glass doors slid apart, and I stepped out on to the roof garden. I was immediately hit by a wall of hot city air and a barrage of noise from the busy streets below. My godmother had forewarned me when she loaned me the apartment, for six months, that the days would be like this but that by evening the streets and the temperatures would calm down. I was just...

Friday morning Autumn has blown in with a vengeance early in the week.  Cold, squally winds and heavy cold showers are yellowing the leaves and ripping them from the trees to be trodden underfoot. My partner, Jen decides that walking to the station is no longer an option.  Normally she dons sneakers with her business suit and walks the fifteen minutes down the country lanes to catch her train.  She always says it’s qualit...

It was a scorching dry day in a long run of hot, dry days. We sauntered back through the trees toward our chalet, our footsteps cushioned by the bed of dry pine needles beneath our feet. The super-heated air was rich with the aroma of pine and filled with the constant chirping of cicadas. I followed Krissy along the trail. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her long toned tan legs which riveted my eyes as she moved forwar...