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...

I had had my eye on Jackie for months. She was a casual employee at the newsagents/wool shop next to the off licence I worked in, and she would wander in from time to time and hang around, looking at the shelves but never buying anything. I concluded that she was probably lonely. One of her colleagues had told me she had been a widow for five years. She went to the Methodist church up the road, but I got the feeling she w...

Sylvie was a broad-minded girl. That was the expression she would have used, anyway. She was twenty-five and a nurse, long of red hair, full of figure, loud of laugh, and generous of body. Generous in stature and nature, that is. She had been around the block a few times. She enjoyed sex and didn't see why people were so stingy with themselves. She was an ordinary girl who found other ordinary people attractive. Mainly me...

Sara undressed, leaving her belongings in the spacious locker and walked to the treatment room. The room was tiled, there were all sorts of shower hoses and a long “massage-like” table covered in a light sheet with a headrest at one end. She saw numerous shaped pillows and wedges stacked in a corner. Next to the massage table was a side table with salts, oils, lotions and a warmer. The door opened and Jason walked in, he...

Hello Julie, I hope you don't mind my calling you that, but I have no idea what your name is. You could be Eleanor or Claudette or Monika with a K, I don't know. But Julie is a happy name and this is a happy story. I'm glad you came to Lush and please bear with me while I give the readers some background. I'll address you direct again in a little while. So, I was on the bus from Edinburgh to Peebles. I went upstairs but m...