His escapist writing had come to an end and a cool drink brought reality back into focus. The square wasn't particularly busy, but it had become noisier, as the three women who had arrived planned their next move. The loudly discussed and agreed plan of action involved sitting at his table. When the three women did so, he saw the logo 'Tick Box Trio - Summer 2024 Tour' on each of their tee shirts. He made no effort to hid...

"Can I sit here?" she asked, on looking for an available seat on the overnight bus, after another week spent working down South. He beckoned to her to sit down, to confirm the seat was unoccupied. Once she had taken her seat, she unpacked her laptop from her weekend bag, whilst feeling relieved that she could unwind at last.. When she had enquired about the seat, he had been checking emails, something he returned to doing...

He looked up from his Kindle. “You sure about this?” She stood there, biting her lips, then nodded. He broke into a smile. “Okay, strip and get out onto the balcony!” She shucked her capris and panties, then stepped outside, looking nervously at the people below. Pulling the belt from his waist, he followed. "Now, bend over the railing. And if you cry out, everyone down at the pool will get to watch you being spanked, so...

Her clit was throbbing under her dress as she walked towards the staff meeting in the college’s faculty lounge. Her nipples were hard, pebbled, and twisted into tight little points that brushed against the thin, silky material of the dress, arousing them further. She was aware of how aromatic her cunt was and prayed no one else would notice. Her thighs were wet from the honey trickling from her cunt, but she could do noth...

I flicker a weak smile across the festively decorated sitting room, making brief eye contact with my intoxicated husband, who casts a somewhat disinterested glance back at me from his well-worn spot by the punch bowl. When a trickle of sperm springs loose and begins to ooze down my vaginal canal, I actually giggle to myself and proceed to push my muscular, tanned thighs together under my leather mini-dress. “Whoops!” I fe...

Just then I felt my balls start to boil. My seed was rising and ready to explode. With a final thrust, I pushed my cock in as deeply as I could and held it there as jets of cum shot into Amy’s pussy. “Ohhh,” I moaned as my orgasm washed over me. My body convulsed as the last drops of cum transferred themselves from me to Amy. I rolled over and my cock freed itself with a “slurp” sound. I looked between Amy's legs and saw...

You know the type. You’ve seen him around the neighborhood. Sandy hair and big, expressive blue eyes. His skin tanned and his hair bleached by the summer sun. Light muscles developing on a lean body. He’s always quick with a stupid, lopsided smile. He’s a real charmer. A junior Casanova. You know the type. Marie Carpelli fucked him. She shouldn't have done it. She regretted it even as he pulled his dripping cock from her...

Sophia Tibbott continued to discuss the discovery that she had apparently made, with her husband Cole. The discovery was that Sophia's mother, Charlotte Simpkins, aged fifty-nine, was seemingly having an affair. Sophia was right, but what she did not know was that the person that was fucking her mother was thirty-five-year-old Cole. Charlotte and Cole had disliked each other throughout the eleven years of Sophia and Cole'...

The next Friday, Dan left the office early. He had to get to the dry cleaners before they closed to retrieve his tuxedo. He was attending a charity event being held at the Chicago Cultural Center and was supposed to meet some co-workers and clients there. After retrieving his tuxedo, he went home, showered, and got dressed, before calling for an Uber back down to the Loop. The consulting company Dan worked for was activel...

A hand softly caressed my bare shoulder as I became aware of the fragrance of Creed Island Eau de Cologne. “May I have the pleasure of this dance?” I glanced up at the tall, elegant figure looming over me. “It would be a pleasure,” I smiled up at Dwayne Jefferies, the CEO of the firm my husband works for. “Tell me, Diane, do you hate these company get-togethers as much as I do?” “You noticed?” “Hard not to with your husba...