Hearing Richard’s familiar step on the stairs, Jessica looked up from her book. ‘Find anyone?’ she asked. Her husband shook his head. ‘Nope. I heard the shower going in Paige’s room but other than that we’re on our own.’ ‘I take it they didn’t bother leaving a note?’ ‘Nah, but you know what they’re like. They’ve probably all gone over to Nancy’s for a night on Josh’s Switch. Rather her
Now this was what Melissa called relaxation. Reclining in a luxurious bath, a crisp white in her hand, the verdant foothills literally outside her window, she could think of nothing to improve the experience. To one side, her phone nestled between scented candles playing soothing ocean waves. Beside the bath lay a stack of fashion magazines and her favourite romance novel, the cover of which was well worn. For the
Jogging through the stunning scenery a broad beam painted Christy’s lips. She hadn’t felt this good in months. The fresh air, the balmy breeze, the pleasant shade of the canopy arching over the path: she couldn’t imagine a better place to start running again. She had packed her running clothes half-expecting to unpack them guiltily the following week, unused and forgotten. As luck would have it, however, she had woken
Crossing one of the many burbling streams that snaked down the mountainside to feed the glittering lake below via a well-worn bridge, Josh, Ashley and Spencer continued to pick their way down the slopes. Mother Nature narrated their progress with a chorus of birdsong and the mournful creaking of old trees in the wind. The trails they navigated were well-used and they wondered how many others had passed this way
TRIGGER WARNING: This story includes brief references to suicidal thoughts. Reader discretion is advised. Watching Annabelle innocently admire the forest’s natural beauty from her spot on the ridge below, Lauren felt the deep rage, which usually swirled endlessly in the pit of her stomach, simply fade away. Relieved by the lifted burden, she descended the slope with a contented smile to join the youngest of the Klein family. ‘She’s beautiful,
Felicity had spent most of her morning indulging herself in all the things she never could while Andrew and the kids were around. To her delight, her husband had been gone when she woke up. She’d felt the bed rock when he left and heard him grunting as he stuffed his overweight figure into the day’s clothes, but she’d made sure not to stir save he strike up a conversation.
Pouring the smoothie into her favourite mason jar Paige stirred it with a paper straw. Clutching the chilly glass she took a long, refreshing gulp and gave a contented sigh. The smoothie almost made it feel like she hadn’t had an entire bottle of wine to herself the night before. It was her favourite thing to drink before her morning run: blueberry, raspberry and mango, with a sprig of mint
Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Not only was she wildly beautiful and had a body to die for, her muscles were phenomenal. Huge and rounded, sliding beneath her soft, smooth skin, they were nothing short of mesmerising. If he was honest, he never wanted to look away. But then he supposed such an attachment was only natural given that mere moments before his own arms had looked
Dropping the suitcase onto her bed, Maddy admired her find. She had always loved vintage things and how they stood out from the crowd of sleek, modern items lining shop shelves and internet pages. They seemed out of place in all the best ways. As such, she had been attracted to them for as long as she could remember. Charity shops were always a good (and affordable) place to start.
‘Fuck, oh god,’ Sally moaned, rolling her hips as her anonymous lover went deeper, ‘oh fuck, right there.’ This was too good, too intense. She was working his dick as though she was a professional hooker and god did it feel good being so dirty. She could feel him beginning to twitch as the inevitable orgasm approached, a thrill of dirty delight tearing through her in anticipation of his hot
