ACT FIVE, SCENE ONE Another three and a half years since the last flashback: it is now 2036, early summer, in a Victorian Grade II listed townhouse in Islington, London. “Friends and Fuckers! Welcome! Lick my pussy, all of you!” Hildegard was dressed in a red basque which showed off the buxom curves of her large jiggling breasts. Cunts was by her side, proudly naked, her own tits huge and perfect, beautiful despite their...

Colette lies in her bed, the soft cotton sheets caressing her skin. She’s smiling, her heart filled with contentment. Beside her, her husband, Steve, was breathing softly, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. The room was dark except for a small bit of moonlight shining through a crack in the curtains, casting a gentle glow across her face. She loved this moment, quiet, their breathing audible, feeling warm and cozy...

ACT FOUR, SCENE ONE a few days after our last chapter: Friday 21st May 2032, but very early in the morning, after a long night: The Corn Exchange, Cambridge We will, we will FUCK YOU! chanted the crowd. We will, we will FUCK YOU! “What a night, eh?!” Cunts bellowed as she and Hildegard leapt on the podium. “What a fucking night!” The crowd cheered raucously. “Fuckers!” shouted Cunts. “Need I remind you of how far we have...

"Yes, he has got a lot to answer for, Beckham," Helen admitted. "He sort of made tattoos acceptable. I still don't really like them, although..." She was what is often described as a "respectable married woman", ten years into the marital marathon and leading a model life that had subjugated her spirit. The girl who had had dreams and wishes and desires had been left on the shore, waving forlornly at the ship of her life...

A few months ago, I accidentally saw something that I haven't been able to shake: My sister's naked body. Heather, my sister, is a couple of years older than me, and her body...The best way to describe her is 'thicc, bordering on fat'. In fact, for some, she might be a little over the line, especially with her big, soft belly, but for me, she's absolute perfection. She also has large, like F-Cup tits, the kind you only ge...

“Chicken shit!” I muttered at the text I’d just received. I couldn’t blame Frank for texting. A conversation would have been worse and we both had our careers and sometimes those priorities took precedence, but I had been looking forward to this afternoon and this evening. Careers and kids! Our secondborn had just gone off to college and for the first time in two decades, we had the house to ourselves. Within hours of Lou...

Game Day Sandra sat on the bed pouting, hunched over with her cleavage revealed underneath her silk robe. She’d thought he was joking when he mentioned in passing that he might head over to a long-time friend’s house for the big playoff game. Unfortunately for her, she watched from her position on the bed as Jay searched through his clothes for a sweater, using one hand while the other held his phone, playing the game lea...

There was an unusual crowd at the airport. This was Guernsey, a British island of 60,000 people, forty-five minutes from London by plane. Quiet, respectable, a low tax area, which meant it was full of banks and trust companies, and therefore rich people as well as the local population. And because it was isolated, people had taken to international online dating sites to increase the chance of meeting partners. I had lived...