Boredom was already creeping in on Joan as she rode the train from DC to Raleigh. She was on a five-day trip to attend a conference on twenty-first-century accounting practices. Joan was married to Rick. Rick was a fifty-five-year-old accountant that Joan married when she was just twenty-two. She is currently thirty-six. Fourteen years of missionary-style sex and a short four-inch cock. Joan got what she was after, though...

Twenty-one out of twenty, and I grin, sipping my cognac. I write down eighteen. Lisette needs guidance, not hubris. Her wilfulness works against her intelligence. Is this how I should spend Saturday evening? Through the tall windows, dusk deepens into night, and I hear raucous strangers enjoying themselves below. I have no one. Sitting at my desk, I reach for the anglepoise lamp to illuminate it. The settee looks inviting...

“Hello, Antoine.” Breathless and barely a whisper, Brigitte perched on his desk. The rasp of the keyboard did not waver. Easing forward, displaying her tanned cleavage, she toyed with a lock of her chestnut hair. He paused, peered at his handwritten notes, and started typing again. “Antoine? Do you like my new top?” Her husky timbre appealed for a reply. There were eyes upon her but not his. She glanced at Celine and Eva,...

She calls beige… oatmeal, and our walls are beige. Maribel Deschamps preens herself, and I pretend not to notice. Her bangles, thin slivers of gold, silver and platinum, tinkle when she adjusts her flowing locks. I know when a woman makes an effort and maximises her potential. She has a lot of that, elegant and tall… attractive with high-born features made to lure men. Of course, my husband is here, and it is so transpare...

It was an accident: he dropped his towel to get in the shower, and Tanya stormed in. Her eyes did not linger on his for long; they soon fixed on his stiffening cock. He knew she wanted to touch it. She bit her bottom lip with a coy expression. It was hopeless; he stiffened quickly and was ready to fuck her as soon as she gripped his shaft… “Sssh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Opening his eyes, roused from his sleep, he had no id...

Am I sitting on the gate waiting for you? Maybe… this blazing hot day is made for these exciting thoughts. This thin cotton dress is almost see-through with enough unfastened buttons. You know us, life is tough, and no one has much. I have this, so look and think about my sun-kissed body naked. And look at you, covered in the dust from your toil; those beads of sweat are from such arduous work. My smile says it all; I hav...

We fell into her flat and towards the kitchen, her torso pushed onto the counter, hands under her short skirt ripped her leggings and knickers down around her thigh in one quick movement. Her cheeks spread, my tongue wetted her anus before fighting the torrent of juices that flowed out of her cunt. I released my hard and strained cock, aimed it, and let the self guiding missile seek its goal. Sucked in rather than pushed....

He was hot, I knew that and he knew that. The way I looked at him on occasions was downright dirty. I would let my tongue rest upon my upper lip while staring into his eyes and, of course, he could see my erect nipples through my thin blouse. I even sat on the desk opposite him once before engaging him in conversation. Let’s just say he wasn’t watching the lips I was speaking out of. But – I’m his boss and he’s the intern...

The ninth century was a time of uncertainty for many people that had settled on the East coast of Britannia. There seemed to be nowhere to hide from the recent raids that saw villages destroyed, men killed, women raped, and for no apparent reason other than greed and wealth. Monasteries were laid bare and monks watched helplessly as the horned invaders made off with their riches. It was written, that the longships would p...