Perhaps no Saint is so roundly cursed as St. James is on the Roads to Santiago. He was certainly receiving a volley of expletives from Mariona T. as she shouldered her bag for the final two hours of the day. Her feet ached. Her shoulders were sore. She felt like a woman twice her age. It was day eight of their pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. Every day, they walked for five or six hours before crashing into a hostel...

I We seem to have managed to avoid too many prying eyes as we leave the main room via different doors. The bathroom is under the staircase and you get there first, smiling - your cheeks a little rosier even than usual - and slip inside pulling the door mostly closed but not completely. I'm only a few strides away and glance around before I follow you in and close the door. We leave the light off but start kissing passiona...

We are making dinner together. Having a glass of wine. Talking, flirting, laughing. Our hands and bodies occasionally bump into each other. We sensually feed each other samples of the nearly prepared food. I set the table and you bring the food and the refilled wine glasses. We talk about everything and nothing. I can’t remember. I just remember how you look at me. The tension of wanting is in the air. The table is cleare...

“How many times do you think we've fucked?” asked Millie. She and Jon sat alone at the café. The two friends/ex-lovers were sharing a quiet moment two days ahead of Millie's wedding to Stuart. As Jon sat with his friend, he was both jealous and in awe of her fiance. Stuart accomplished the impossible: he won Millie's heart. At thirty-two Millie was as sexy as ever. Her blondish red hair, green eyes, freckles, and slightly...

I forgot what scene we were doing, but the cast left the room, and I was alone in there trying to rehearse some lines for the next day. I couldn't focus, so I needed to do a little something. That's when I knew that I was alone. I started getting a little hot, and my pussy was starting to drip for no reason. Something was turning me on in the room. So I went over to one of the desks and sat on top. I looked around to make...

I wake up surrounded by your scent. I belong there, in the warmth of the covers you lovingly and carefully pulled upon me, to make sure I was well wrapped. I hear you moving silently around the room, in the cutest attempt to not wake me up. But I am already up. The moment your arms let me go, I felt unnaturally naked. You leave the room and walk toward the kitchen. I can hear you with your methodical moves: water boiling...

It was only as the train pulled away, and his journey home had begun that Colin could properly reflect: when married men forget about Valentine’s Day, it’s difficult to recover. In Colin’s defence, his wife, Angela, had said nothing to him at breakfast that morning. She had been distant and her conversation curt. But that wasn't unusual. He’d only realised his forgetfulness when he arrived at the office, where a courier a...

Revenge is sweet... This is a true story from my time as a management account for BT. My work regularly took me to various offices around the UK. On this occasion, I had a meeting in an office in Leeds and had travelled up on a Sunday night for an early meeting the next day. I had gone down to the bar for a drink or two. It was relatively quiet for a weekend night as the hotel bar was usually a popular destination on a we...

"I had dreamt of this so many times, and now it was about to come reality. There were two cocks, just for my pleasure. I couldn't get on my hands and knees fast enough. When the first one slid inside me, I gasped. It felt even bigger than it had when I held it. I welcomed the feeling as he started to slowly move in and out of me and moved forward to take the second in my mouth. I licked and kissed until I could hear him p...