“It seems to me,” muttered Balthazar as he stirred the teapot, “That gold, frankincense, and myrrh are pretty stupid gifts to bring a ten-day-old baby. Why don’t we get him a stuffed camel or a rattle or something like that? Something he might actually enjoy?” “Honestly,” said Melchior, “I agree. But Caspar insists. The dream was adamant. It has to be gold, frankincense, and myrrh.” “Pffffff. Those tax collectors doing th...

It has been a few months now since our holiday to Gran Canaria and both of us had dropped back into a routine of work, interspersed with nights out and wedding planning. Our wedding was now only six months away but both of us felt pretty happy with the way things were developing. Jade had chosen her dress, the Church was booked, catering decisions were almost finalised and most importantly the guest list had been paired d...

As she blinked herself awake early the following morning, Kajal smiled as she remembered the previous day’s events. She could still feel Steven’s cum in her pussy, although she knew some had leaked out overnight. However, Kajal wasn’t too concerned; she had given her body ample opportunity to absorb most of Steven’s deposit when she returned home. After showering, Kajal took out the Lincoln green lehenga she planned to we...

When Thursday came around, Kajal packed the fridge with beers, ready for the weekly Entertainment Committee meeting. But, rather than heat some pre-prepared chicken wings, this time, she made them from scratch, in an Indian style. Having marinated them in her secret recipe spicy sauce, she put them in the oven and went to shower. Kajal knew she would be ovulating, and as she bathed, she considered the fatherhood potential...

In the months following his death, Kajal had considered moving into her father’s empty townhouse in Hampstead. It was more spacious than her cramped two-bedroom flat and in a much better location, situated on the edge of the Heath and only a five-minute walk from the tube station. However, after much soul-searching, she decided against it and put the old place up for sale, settling instead on a newly built house on the ed...

Nisha woke the following day to the sound of more fucking next door. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Fuck me harder! Fuck Mummy, then shoot your cum on her big tits. Oh God, your cock feels so good!” Fraser was evidently giving Poonam the fucking of her life, and another pang of jealousy struck Nisha, strengthening her resolve to get Fraser’s cock in her holes that night, no matter what it took. She was sure Chris, still sleeping besi...

“Oh God, no!” Nisha stared in shock and disbelief at her phone. Chris looked over his newspaper and put down his morning cup of tea. “Is everything okay, Darling?” Nisha didn’t respond at first as she continued to read the email with a look of horror on her face. “Oh God, you’re not going to believe this - Poonam’s coming,” she eventually said. “Thank God for that - I thought someone had died,” Chris said with relief, pic...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, We were fucking like rabbits, both pissed on the Grouse. My stockings were strewn on the back of a chair, And my legs were akimbo, both feet in the air. My husband was fucking me hard on the bed, When, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” he finally said. He finished inside with a moan and a grunt, Then he slept before making me cum - what a cunt! I was still feeling ho...

Doris pranced around the room Playing with her tits She stopped to look at naked Bert Still flaccid were his bits. She bent and stuck her naked arse In his sad old face Hoping to get his gander up Make his old heart race. Reaching back fingered crack Her pussy lips now parted. Thought she saw his old cock twitch Alas he only farted.

“Oh my god! Look at that freak!” Gavin had spotted our neighbor, Leigh, who was out in her backyard with her telescope thingy. Leigh’s sister, Millie, had been in our year at school before the car crash. Drunk driver. She wasn’t in any year after that. “Go on, Hayd. Ask her if she’s looking for her sister.” Gavin laughed. At the funeral, Gavin whispered that Millie was in our year as in, the “passed” tense. Spelling the w...