Wednesday was all about going back to college, though no actual lessons, as it was just an orientation day. I didn’t need to find my classes as I had attended the same college last year, but I did have to get hold of my lecture timetable. This was my last chance, if I failed at college again there would be no possibility to study accountancy. I would be back in a dead-end job, or perhaps more likely, half naked and swivel...

Kate stood there as her eyes focussed on a black door on the other side of this uninspiring London street. It had a gold number seven on it, and beneath it, a huge brass knocker. It matched the photo on the bespoke playing card, which she was currently twiddling in her fingers. It was the Ace of Hearts. She glanced at it once again, and read the words on the card, and smiled. Each rotation had brought further clarity… thi...

Sarah and I got up fairly early the next morning. It was Saturday, the first full day of our holiday, and the big night for entertainment at the hotel. We made it to breakfast for nine in the morning, having, unsurprisingly, not seen anything of Don or Ashley. As we sat there eating, we started talking for the first time about last night. It was something we needed to do and also something we should have done earlier, bef...

Four and a half hours after take-off at Gatwick, and Sarah and I were all checked into our “adult only” Cretan hotel. As we unpacked our suitcases in our villa apartment, we were all smiles, as well as in the holiday spirit, having already drunk our free, welcoming cocktail at reception while waiting to get the keys to our apartment. I kept trying to peek at what Sarah was unpacking, but every time I looked, she caught me...

We’d been dating for about a month now and he was driving me crazy. Our dates mostly consisted of some hot and heavy make-out sessions. We’d spend hours on my couch, just kissing. He’d fondle my breasts and once, he’d slid one finger between my wet lips. But then he’d stopped himself. I didn’t know how he could get up and leave after that, and I was wondering if it was me. Did he think I wanted to go slow? Was he worried...

Sandra spent her time in the executive offices as CFO and director of operations. On par with the CEO, she was a hard-ass professional, known for being tough as nails but fair, aloof and dismissive but polite, and she worked constantly. Rumors said that her dedication and focus had resulted in a divorce years ago, but nobody seemed to know for sure. In her late thirties, successful, and very attractive, she had earned her...

(Story Continued from chapter 13). “Come back soon,” the two waiters said as we left the restaurant. Their warm reaction made us both smile and I thought, next time we eat there we get not only extra good service but also the same private window seat. As we l walked down the steps and towards the car I could not help but let my hand slip down to Sarah’s pantyless bottom. It did feel good and I said, “I could get used to t...