Chapter 1 The other cheerleaders at school elect Karen to head cheerleader for the following school year! She is ecstatic, to say the least. She rushes home after school and tells her mother, when she walks in the door, “Mom, I got it! I am the head cheerleader!” Her mom hugs her, and tells her congratulations, that she is following in her older sister’s footsteps, as Donna too was head cheerleader. Karen rushes upstairs...

As dusk fell, the shadows deepened in my car. Morgan sat in the passenger seat, and when I glanced over at her, I found she was watching me, a smile playing upon her glossed lips. She seemed perfectly at ease in the silence between us, whereas I was gripping the steering wheel with sweaty palms. Not for the first time that evening, I asked myself what the fuck I was doing. Morgan was eighteen, my daughter's age, yet they...

Legend said if a man lay naked on the riverbank beneath a waxing gibbous moon, she would emerge from the water to please him, but he must keep his eyes closed or the fearsome creature would steal him away. He waited at night, eyes closed, and she rewarded him with her tongue, her suckling lips, her throat that took his entire length. Her damp hair brushed against his skin. As she eagerly swallowed his seed, he realized th...

An hour after my parents went to bed on Christmas night, I crept down the hall past their closed door and then took the stairs, my steps swift and almost silent. I wore a pink babydoll nightie, which was way too skimpy for the end of December, but I knew I'd be getting hot soon enough. I was home for winter break during my junior year of college. In just a few months, I'd turn twenty-one, so I was plenty old enough to kno...

The laptop screen flickered and she appeared dead centre, settling back in her office chair. "Hi." I adjusted the screen angle a little and leaned back in mine. "Tabby." Tucking a tawny strand behind her ear, she flashed an impish grin that would lure a monk from celibacy. "I'm, uhh," she mimed air quotes, "working late again." "What a coincidence. Me too." She glanced away to where I knew her office door was set between...

The sibilance in her voice echoes around the underground office car park as she furtively glances over the row of vehicles either side of her black Lexus. "Seriously? Here? Now?" I reach out and tuck a stray tawny lock behind her ear. Lean in close enough to brush the swell of her chest from the low-cut, two-tone dress, and growl, "Panties. I won't ask again." "But I'm… It's nearly five…" "You should hurry then. I need yo...

The Liège waffles dusted with cinnamon and drizzled honey wasn't the only reason that Paolo's became my favourite café. Mia contributed, all smiles and freckles on sun-kissed cheeks. She raises an eyebrow, pen poised, lid chewed. "The usual?" Bubbly, cheeky, and 90210 cute, those Mediterranean features and accent boost her allure. I pause. Not because I'm considering the answer but to lose myself a moment longer in eyes f...

I should be paying attention to my wife, sitting beside me in the restaurant, but she doesn't suck dick like Jessica does. Doesn't let me take her on a twisted, teasing sexual journey where the only goal is pleasure dialled to eleven. Above the lively conversation from other diners around us, my wife's engaging and funny. Successful, smart, pretty. Those tumbling blonde locks shake as Mitch cracks a lame joke opposite whi...

I barely hear the lively buzz of our friends around the table because my sole focus is her. Emilia. Laughing animatedly at her husband's anecdote, waves of hair shaking over bare shoulders, slowing as she senses my penetrative gaze and makes eye contact. I witness the flash. The spark. Nobody knows. Not Ben, not Rebecca. Not Steve. Not my wife. All oblivious to our affair that gnaws at my fractured subconscious, swamping...

My name is Jack Langley, aged twenty-two, and I was amazed that I had managed my first month of teaching experience without succumbing to the temptations that surrounded me and threatened my probationary year in Collington Academy. Four years of the educational and lustful university experience and the latter part had contained just as much learning as the former. I had ‘kissed the girls and made them moist’, and, satisfy...