The summer, which had seemed to last no more than a few short, blissful weeks of blue skies, long, warm days and joyful moods, was abruptly ending. The long, hard slog of cold, dark mornings and even colder and darker winter nights loomed as grey as the clouds that appeared ever present throughout the harsh season. So it was with a satisfied smile Joyce awoke to bright sunshine streaming through her curtains, a sense of p...

A week had gone by since Joyce had masturbated in her shower, knowing that Tom, her housemate and childhood friend, was watching. Carelessly, she had left the bathroom door ajar, so when Tom heard her anguished cries, he naturally went to investigate. He quickly realised that the noises he heard were, in fact, due to impending orgasm and not imminent death as he had first feared. Tom knew he should have just backed out of...

"Joyce, can I speak to you quickly?" Chloe asked her friend and university housemate. It was a conversation she'd been putting off for almost two months, waiting to see how things developed before making any rash decisions. It was pretty clear that Joyce and Tom – the third person in their trio of school friends so tight-knit that they all went off to the same university – had been fucking for a number of weeks. Neither h...

Tom made it home earlier than expected. A late-running bus had appeared at the perfect moment, saving him the wait in the rain for the next one. He'd already text Joyce, so he knew he'd be staying in her room that night. Earlier on, he'd received some very positive feedback on a piece of work he'd submitted to his professors, the subsequent drinks he'd enjoyed with some friends turning out to be great fun. On the walk hom...