Although relaxing, every day yielded the same routine. I woke at eight daily and lazed around in bed before getting up and making my way down to breakfast. My fantasy of sleep-ins hardly happened on my holidays and was it worse because Juliet wasn't around anymore. Breakfast was continental on an adventurous day but usually a coffee and sweet muffin. At ten, I'd see the masseuse followed by a facial then head to the sauna...

Jade was bouncing for the rest of the day after I proposed to her. She bounced around the bungalow singing to herself as we got ready to go out. I couldn’t stop grinning, I must have looked like a Cheshire cat. I will admit it was not the way I had wanted to propose but as Jade said it was done out of love which made it more personal, there were no gimmicks or effects. The day was spent swimming, and snorkelling and we ev...

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed and lay there looking at the wooden beams holding the roof up and thought about last night. I knew in my heart that I now wanted to marry Jade but my mind was saying she was too young to be stuck with me, she had only just turned twenty and at fifty I was thirty years her senior, was it right? She will say yes if I ask her, my inner monologue ran, she almost said as much last night...

We sat at our table at the Yacht club watching the sun dropping below the horizon, its last golden rays lighting up the clouds silhouetting them in the sky and giving them a halo effect. “It is absolutely gorgeous, my Louise would have loved it here,” “I love how you always refer to her as ‘my Louise’ you loved her, didn’t you?” I looked at Jade, “Yes, but let’s not talk about her.” “No, I want to, she was a big part of y...

“I still can’t believe we are going on the holiday of a lifetime,” Jade said, looking at me with pure love in her eyes. “I know, I have wanted to go to Bora Bora for years since I saw it on a TV holiday programme.” I fell silent, what I did not add was that the ‘for years’ was just as my late wife was starting to fall ill and together we had made plans that when she recovered and was well again we would go. Sadly, those p...

At the end of my first year of college, my best friend Samantha and I went backpacking in Sydney, Australia. It was a great place to holiday, with plenty of sun, glorious beaches and lots of things to see and do.We had been there a month staying at a backpackers’ lodge near the beach and although we were out nightly at the pubs and nightspots, we were not meeting any guys.We are attractive girls and at the time we dressed...

Gemma jumped out of bed, completely naked, and threw open the curtains to look out of the hotel window at the beautiful view over the sparkling blue water. She was really looking forward to going for a swim in the sea today. The hotel receptionist had assured her that it was quite safe.  She turned back to the bed and pulled off the covers, for another beautiful view. Her boyfriend's firm body was illuminated by the sun s...

I'm sprawled across our bed, ass up, browsing Tinder. Matt, 35. Fuck, I want to cum on that face. Chris, 38. Let me lick those abs. But then... Ben, 21. Yum. I show hubby. He's kneading my ass with his crotch, imploring his sodden soldier for one last hurrah.'What do you think, baby? I bet boy toys can fuck all night.'He moans, swells inside me. And then — finally! — deep, hard thrusts.There we go.He pounds me into the be...

Katie had gone away by herself. She was fed up with her boyfriend who had gone off on a stag weekend with his mates, where anything could happen and probably would. It also coincided with her only opportunity to take a week's holiday before the summer was over and he had prioritized his life over hers. So now she was going to make herself her own private priority. Katie finally arrived at her destination after an uncomfor...

Well, fuck…that was damn nice, I remember saying to myself! I love beginning my Saturday’s with a good masturbatory session, I have needs and that morning my need registered a huge ten on the pussy Richter scale. I had just the right toy at hand to deliver that much-appreciated earthquake and subsequent aftershocks! Now, my question was, do I pack ‘Mister Happy’ in my suitcase? Will there even be room? OK, I was joking; h...