Afternoon delight Stories

A restless night leaves me achy and tired. You suggest a nap while you finish your work, hoping I’ll awaken refreshed. Lying in bed, unable to tune out your voice's resonance, my body craves you more than sleep. Your phone pings. Busy? No, should I come upstairs? Yes! Ascending the stairs, you find me waiting for your hands to glide over my skin, knowing, as always, how to render me panting and wanton. Clever fingers prod...

"Yes, he has got a lot to answer for, Beckham," Helen admitted. "He sort of made tattoos acceptable. I still don't really like them, although..." She was what is often described as a "respectable married woman", ten years into the marital marathon and leading a model life that had subjugated her spirit. The girl who had had dreams and wishes and desires had been left on the shore, waving forlornly at the ship of her life...