Zoya looked up from her book as Emma returned from the hotel room. Without saying anything, the redhead dropped her phone and coverup into the bag and ran down the beach. She waded out chest-deep in the water, and splashed around a bit. After a few minute...
“Hey, darling. Did you have a good day?” Akila’s husband, Paddy, always began the conversation the same way whenever she logged on in the evening, usually once she was naked in bed and the kids were asleep. Hearing his voice and familiar greeting was comf...
Asha had been unenthusiastic when her husband, Joel, first suggested renting a cottage in Wales. But, with overseas travel restrictions still in place, she understood that it was either three weeks in Wales or no summer holiday, and she had reluctantly ag...
Serita couldn’t wait to get home. With her A-Levels weeks away and her place at Trinity College dependent on her success, the pressure was mounting, and her daily afternoon session on the laptop with James was a necessary release. She knew he would be wai...
Seema never had to wait long for someone to chat her up. Usually, within about ten minutes of her arrival at the bar, a guy was sitting on the stool next to her, offering to buy her a drink, confident that his evening was about to take a turn for the bett...
My name is Vijay, and this is the story of how I discovered the pleasures of office sex. It had been a couple of months since I graduated from university and I had moved back to my parent’s house in Bangalore to prepare for the entrance exams to get into...
The past is not a foreign country, as Hartley had it, but something visceral, real, and alive in us all. Our past permeates the deepest reaches of our subconscious minds, shaping our responses, informing our attitudes, and influencing our relationships, o...
"What's your ZTF time?" Archana asked me. "Your personal best, I mean?" It was one of those late-night conversations when two old friends get together, and way too much wine has been drunk. The guys had been out playing golf, so Archana and I made an exec...
Priya Chopra watched the last children leave the gates at the end of the day and sighed, relieved that the working week was over. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy her job as a teaching assistant at a small Kingston primary school, nor did she have any exci...
A highway on the outskirts of Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India: 1953. The bus from the city drew to a halt at the crossroads, and having descended the steps, Krishan paused momentarily to put a small canvas rucksack on his back. Then, once the overcrowded v...
The subway train disgorged her commuters at nine pm, and they all hurried away into the Tokyo night. Some half ran and others were more cautious, but all were anxious to ensure that there would be as many minutes as possible between their arrival home and...
Heaven knows what made me do it. I had been out with a friend, drinking more than I should have, and I was missing my husband terribly. Perhaps the knowledge that he was away from home had made me horny, craving the one thing I knew I couldn’t have. But n...
Jason wiped the condensation from the bus window with the back of his hand and looked out at the emptying festival site. The British weather had been unremitting since Thursday, and the once-green fields had long since become a swamp. His attention was su...
Harkiran was used to being different. As the only Sikh in the school, and the only person of colour, Ostracism had been a constant friend, and Isolation a cruel and unforgiving teacher. But nothing had prepared her for the aftermath of her pronouncement....
As she blinked herself awake early the following morning, Kajal smiled as she remembered the previous day’s events. She could still feel Steven’s cum in her pussy, although she knew some had leaked out overnight. However, Kajal wasn’t too concerned; she h...
