Chapter 1 - Fucked up day Do you know the days when NOTHING goes well? Yes, those days you get fired from a job because you gently reminded your boss he could go fuck himself and not bother your friend? Yeah, or when you drive home, furious after the mentioned boss told you with a calm smirk that you should go home for today and bring your things tomorrow? And on the way back, your car runs out of gas…! Then, you swear fo...

It was his own fault. He had spent far too long admiring himself in the mirror and revelling at the sight of the erotic garments he had donned and time had slipped away from him. Just the feeling of these silky garments against his skin made him hard as they always did and a masturbation session would soon follow. The mirror on one side of his sliding closet doors reflected the image of a tall and tanned young man with lo...

Christ! I thought you weren't going to make it. The beep of the doors causing a pang of disappointment in the pit of my stomach as the thought of not having you becomes a reality. Stormy clouds invade my thoughts only for the echo of heels to break the impending darkness. A hand from a suit comes across the closing metal door causing it to retreat back to its resting place for a moment longer. My anguish replaced by a smi...

I turn the handle and the jets of hot water stop immediately. I slide open the glass door, step soaking wet and naked, into the warm, steam filled bathroom and reach for the plush towel of Sea Island cotton on the heated rail. I dry my face, but neglect the rest of body, simply drag the terry cloth lazily down my chest and wrap it loosely around my waist. Standing in front of the fogged up mirror, I clear the condensation...

As sundown approached on Saturday I showered and got ready to attend the opening of an art gallery that a member of our organization was sponsoring. I selected the suit, shirt and tie and then I retrieved the white silk panties from the laundry room. I wonder if Darlene questioned herself on the fact that I accepted her request without protest? They were beautiful and just running my fingers along the cool silky smooth ma...

Anna was stressed, extremely stressed. The air conditioning at work was stuck on heat and it had been sweltering in her little corner office on the 16th floor of one of the busiest insurance offices in New York. Her underwear was soaked with her sweat, her usually light and airy suit felt rough and tight. Her hair refused to stay put in its bun and stray wisps were wafted about her face by the useless micro desk-fan. Addi...

I'm Fabian. As in Fabian Copeland. Yes.That Fabian Copeland. He of the countless divorces, bottomless bank balances and endless romping. But despite what's splashed across what are jokingly referred to as 'the society pages', there's a few things that nobody sees. Yes, I'm on wife number four … well, okay, here's a scoop for you – I'm actually on divorce number four. And I have a mistress – can one have a mistress without...