“So,” said Jen, “What are we going to do?” Mike was driving, with Jen sitting next to him. Lisa and I were either side of Saul. “Well,” I replied, “Let’s start with you two telling us how you got back.” “Bitch,” said Jen under her breath. “Did I tie you to anything? No, I did not. Were you alone? No you were not. Were you suffering the hangover to end all hangovers? No, you were not.” I counted these items out on my finge...

It was way too early in the morning. Saul had called up from the lobby at 6:30; Jen and I were supposed to be ready to go, but we were far from it. I told Saul we’d meet him, Mike and Lisa in the restaurant. We got down there by 6:45, wolfed down some tea and toast and off we went. We all piled into Mike’s car (Lisa in the front with Mike, me and Jen either side of Saul). Mike claimed that the walk we were doing today was...

I wanted a shower. I wanted rid of the smell and the spunk and the thought of that man overpowering me. What kept me going was his comeuppance. And that was approaching. When I came out of the bathroom, I found that Lisa had made another cup of tea, but she’d gone off to finish cleaning the bedrooms on the third floor. Just as I finished getting dressed, the door opened and there were Jen, Mike and Saul. “Holy shit!” Excl...

Lisa and I lay in each other's arms for a while and though I was relaxed my mind was racing. How could I release Lisa from Blackthorn's insidious grasp? How could I stop his blackmail? Just as it came to me, Lisa's phone went--she looked at the display. "Speak of the devil," she said. "It's him?" "Yes." "Perfect. Get him to come here, will you?" She nodded as she answered the phone. "Hi." I could only hear her side of the...

I awoke first to the rain on my body, before I realised I was naked. Then the pain in my head hit me – a crushing, paralysing headache, like the mother of all hangovers. Pain so intense I could hardly open my eyes. I heard the rustling of leaves and then hot breath on my skin. I heard panting (panting?) and tried to open my eyes against the pain, tried to shield my eyes from the dappled sunlight but I couldn’t move my han...

“So there I was: heart palpitating like a teenager, looking at this man--this demi-God--and just wanting him. Wanting to get down on my knees in front of him and take him, own him, have him. Jesus, the feeling was so intense.” Jen and I were on the train--we were heading North towards Cumbria, for a short holiday in the Lake District. I had only been half listening: there was a bloke at the table opposite us who looked, w...

This story takes place straight after "Mari's Confession (Part 2)" I didn’t realise how tired I was until I started to drive home. My legs and arms ached, and I hadn’t really been able to clean myself up properly. I felt stiff as I climbed out of the car at the beach house and went straight to the shower. Standing under the blisteringly hot water, my eyes closed, I started to come down from the high. I couldn’t remember a...

The beach was deserted--it is a little cove really, with a rocky path down to the shore, and cliffs either side. It only catches the sun later in the afternoon, so it tends to be deserted until then. I would have a couple of hours to myself. I laid out my towel and slipped my sundress from my shoulders. Sitting on my towel I smoothed sun cream into my skin, taking care as I applied it around my bikini. I turned over and l...

This story takes place four months after “Irene’s Missionary Adventure.” Things were slowly getting back to normal, but the summer had been crazy. I had hardly seen Oscar, he had needed to stay in town all summer and his job had needed him six or even seven days a week. Meanwhile I had been at the coast with the girls; I felt a bit bad about relaxing at the beach, but I guess that’s why we had the house there. The disappo...

This story follows on from "New Jobs, New Roles (Part 1)"I sent Jen home--she had things to tell her husband Graham. I let Nigel spend the night. I let him curl up on the floor next to my bed--I did give him a blanket. Next morning, as I was showering before work, it finally hit me. Graham. Graham--could that be the same Graham who I met at the Sex Shop? Who I had tied up at home? Whose picture I had, while he was tied to...

This story takes place right after "Mistress Nicki and Jen" I was hoping that someone might realize what kind of state Jen was in as we walked by, but everyone we passed seemed to be in their own little worlds. when we got into the flat I pointed Jen at the bathroom, and told her to get herself cleaned up. Twenty minutes later, wrapped in a towel, with another on her head, she came back into the living room. "So, how are...

Half an hour later, we were sitting together on the sofa with a glass of wine. “That was… amazing. I have never been so turned on in my life. And I would never have even gone in there by myself. Let alone do something like… like that.” I smiled and took a sip. “I feel as high as a kite.” Jen sat back on her chair and took a large mouthful of wine. My smile broadened. “You little slut,” I whispered. There was a pause, then...

This story takes place straight after "My Boy Nigel" The next day was warm, so I put on a dress and a pair of strappy Roman sandals, and took a stroll down into town. An hour of window-shopping left me hot and thirsty, so I walked down to the seafront and found myself an ice cream. I sat on a bench and looked out across the beach and the sea. A few minutes later, as I was catching a dribble of melted ice cream with my ton...

This story follows on immediately from “Humiliating Oscar”. I didn't sleep well that night. Well, the day had been so… different. So different from every other day, and my mind and heart were both racing. Aside from anything else, there had been so much sex! The night before, I’d had my first orgasm, then, well Rodrigo and Oscar. Dear sweet little Oscar. He was so forgiving. My life was upside down and I really felt off b...

This story follows on immediately from Auntie Mary Part 2 Nigel stood, soaking at the door to the garden. "Go get a towel from the kitchen and dry yourself off. Then get dressed." I said. Make sure you don't leave a mess anywhere. "Yes, Miss." "Oh! And bring me my clothes." A few minutes later, Nigel was back with my clothes neatly folded in his hands. He presented them to me. "Thanks," I said, and stood up. I dropped the...