I'm sitting on the side of my bed. Remembering the day my future husband was killed. Thinking back, I can’t believe it has been a year. A year ago, I was three months short of becoming Mrs. Peter Thornton. But I am still Patricia Singleton and Patricia, Patsy, Singleton I will remain until I lay next to my intended husband, Peter. It was the fault of Sammy Casey. He was in the middle of one of his drug deals when Peter ha...

Friday morning, reveals you On a cushioned island with no edge The soul wanders, floats cheeky Comes suddenly, steal your mind The viril face of the lover tasty Show on the face, laughter of pure desire Irresistible lust of avid female Tepid flame spread without a shame Lascivious fingers scale the breasts Soft buds of pointy hills Rigid nozzles blossoming your eagerness Hunger... of phallic man Romantic, in a thunderous...

Part Three - Sylvia and Bobbie, Sittin' in a Tree Afternoon arrived, and although Sylvia had been to her friend’s house for the Tupperware party years before, Bobbie drew out a detailed map so she wouldn’t get lost. “Bobbie’s in a jam. She and I have to sort out some paperwork for a legal case before Monday,” she lied to her son. “I’m sorry. This was so unexpected!” Neil shrugged and wandered off to the living room, turni...

“Shakespeare's a paedophile, Miss.” Joolz was struggling to keep her class under control. “He is not!” “But Miss, that line about my child not seeing fourteen years. Doesn’t that mean that Juliet was only thirteen when she shagged Romeo?” The rest of the class chimed in. “The dirt pervert!” “Miss, is Romeo a paedo?” “What age was Romeo, Miss? Was he a dirty old man?” “Enough!” Joolz held up both hands to signal for everyo...

We lay talking in bed, our bodies tangled together beneath the sheets, although no significant events had ensued. We talked as we got dressed (or rather, undressed) for bed, kissed fiercely once atop the covers, and had a tickle war beneath the sheets. We lay spent, but from no sexual exertion, by any means. After we decided it was bad for our health because neither of us could breathe any longer, we collapsed, exhausted,...

I stopped by the old hermit’s shack yesterday. His name is actually Tobias something, but everyone refers to him as “the old hermit” or Toby. He’s lived in that shack out on the edge of the desert for a long time. I really don’t know how long, but my father used to talk about going out there with his father when he was a boy to visit the old hermit. My dad’s been gone for over twenty years now, so that hermit must be at l...

Rachel boarded the train to London feeling excited and already aroused, a couple of days of passionate lovemaking with Martyn lay ahead. Sex with Martyn was always satisfying but this time there was the anticipation that they would step up their lovemaking a notch or two. On their last weekend together one morning in that dreamy post-coital, post-orgasmic bliss Rachel had asked Martyn whether he knew of another man who mi...

Rachel had met Martyn on Lush Stories. What had started out as banter, soon developed into flirting and from there after a couple of weeks, they took their relationship off the platform and began indulging in full cyber-sex via Skype. They also exchanged photographs of each other over WhatsApp. Once or twice a week they would masturbate together to orgasm, it was satisfying for them both. Martyn was divorced and lived alo...

I dreamt of sex. There was no light, no way to know who I was having sex with, but I was definitely having sex. I was chained down to a cold, stone floor, forced onto all fours. There was a thick cock up my ass and another in my mouth. Someone was sucking my own cock, or that’s what it felt like. There was no climax, just steady, neverending fucking. Then I awoke. I was intensely horny and my cock was so hard it was achin...