“How did things go with Vicky,” Jen asked as I met her back in the reception hall on the way to our table. I just gave her a sideways look, “Pretty much how you’d expect,” but I didn’t elaborate or break my word to Vicky. On the hall to the side of the room where we’d sat for dinner, there was now a late afternoon band playing sedately and some couples dancing. The choice was between sitting at a table with Jen’s parents...

“David, oh – fuck yeah,” Jen was panting hard, her legs wrapped around my waist, as I drove my cock into her relentlessly. I was trying not to make too much noise, fully aware that it was the middle of the afternoon and we were fucking in the cubicle of a public toilet. Jen, as always, didn’t appear to give a shit who walked in or what they heard. Our relationship together had been built on a dare, and from that very firs...

I was leaning over the bookings diary, set on the bar counter before me and contemplating the various make-work jobs I could invent to keep myself and the staff on tonight's roster busy throughout what was certain to be another dead Wednesday night in The Republic. The foreseeable future would involve a lot of needless rebuffing of perfectly polished wine glasses, possibly punctuated with the cleaning of candle holders if...

A girl burst from the ensuite bathroom built into the front portion of the two-bed college dorm, where I found myself tied to a chair; the flush of her skin and the sheer excitement of her pose made it obvious she’d been hiding in the bathroom listening the whole time while my game of Truth or Dare with her roommate played itself out. “Holy fuck Jen,” I couldn’t see the newcomer properly, but the tone of her voice made it...

Same bus. Same time. Same Story. Different week. Ever since my little encounter on the bus about a month ago, I’ve actually found myself volunteering to lock up the bar I worked in on Thursday nights – the local student night – on the off chance I’d again run into my mystery girl on the last bus running out of town. I’d been running the experience through my head, and it had become my go-to wank fantasy, becoming a more a...

“Hi, sorry,” a female voice called from the aisle beside me, “… Sorry!” It was late, I was tired from working my shift at the bar, and the last thing I needed was some drunk disturbing me on the bus home. I kept my eyes set firmly on the pages of my book until the voice spoke up again, “Sorry, is this seat taken?” The question was ridiculous – of course, the seat wasn’t taken – there were only five seats on the last bus o...

The weather was just too hot, there was no way you could stay inside, and a fine day in Dublin was so rare, that you had to take advantage of it. It was part of Irish culture; on the one sunny day you got each year, you had to get out and go for a full burn. I’d decided, as always, to walk up to the Phoenix Park. It was going to be packed as fuck there, but if you put the effort in to walk beyond the main field, there was...

“Chris, do you remember my friend Hillary?” Becky called to me from the kitchen. “The one with the nice arse,”  I replied, raising my voice above its natural level, so I could be heard from across large open plan living area, where I was just packing my case for work.  The comment was a throwaway one, and I didn’t need to turn around to sense the frown forming of on my wife’s face. It was one of the gifts of long-time hus...

“Are you sure about this?” I asked her. It didn’t really need to be pointed out that Johnny, her husband, had only left the room for beer, chips and dips, but I still felt the need to state the painfully obvious, “I mean…”  Lisa looked up from where she’d just knelt on the floor between my legs as I sat on the sofa, my knees unresisting, as she pushed them apart, “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him you were depressed because your...

“Peter, I need a favour,” I looked up from my work at the sound of my office door opening, smiling when I saw it was Kelly closing the door behind her. My smile was a natural reaction, the sort any red-blooded male had whenever a beautiful woman entered the room, but with Kelly it was a little broader because I’d known her for years and we’d been close friends since day-one. Kelly was a beautiful woman, but we’d never dat...

Flight Time – Cabin service with a smile. I never like to fly, even intercity Europe was too much for me, so this long-haul flight, as with every other, had me standing or walking around at every possible opportunity. It didn’t matter that everyone else was sleeping and the cabin was dark, I just couldn’t relax in my seat. “Are you ok?” was the question that brought back my attention from the dark window I’d been staring...