‘Oh Alistair…’ The lilting voice danced through the trees, cold and mesmerising, a siren’s song. ‘Alistair Ward. Come out and play, Alistair. I promise I won’t kill you. Or perhaps you are already playing. Hide and seek, is that what you want to play with me?’ A burst of melodic laughter filled the air, though there was no warmth to it. Pressed up against the thick trunk of a gnarled
Kerry gasped as Sarah’s lips squeezed her nipple. She had never imagined her friend would be so good at sucking tits, but then she had never looked at her as anything other than a friend before. Today was different. Sarah had never looked more attractive and Kerry had never been hornier. Considering she’d only broken up with her boyfriend a week before it was surprising Kerry was in an erotic
Rita wasn’t exactly the skinniest slut in the world but that didn’t much bother her. For one thing, those stick thin bitches all looked fragile enough to snap. For another, despite her size, she still had more than sex than every member of a scheming clique combined, a truth which had earned her the ire of every slut for miles around. Yet even consumed by loathing, they respected Rita for
His face contorted with a frown of despair, the unfortunate young lad continued to stroke Lord Holmes’ thick cock with his new, delicate fingers. At the same time, he sucked on the Lord’s thumb and tried not to think about the way the man was eyeing up his heavy, swaying breasts. ‘What is your name, stable boy?’ asked the Lord, followed by a shallow grunt of satisfaction. Is the Lord
These days, it’s hardly difficult to find someone a little freaky so long as you know where to look. And as it happened, Luna and Grey were experts in picking out the naughty from the normal. They had always had tastes for the more niche categories of sexual desire, and when rough-fucking threesomes and hardcore bondage were your areas of interest, it paid to be able to identify those of
Gathered in the lounge of the Klein cabin, the lake’s guests whispered amongst. Huddled in their little pockets they had the surreal feeling they knew the rest of the people around them, like the names were on the tips of their tongues yet elusive all the same. Brandi, Johnny and Elena had been the first to arrive, and had taken up their spot on the centre sofa facing the fireplace,
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
‘You want one or two?’ Trevor shouted, leaning heavily against the Riveras’ fridge. ‘What do you think?’ Andrew replied. ‘I’ll bring three,’ Trevor chuckled and snatched up half a dozen beers. After stumbling back to the cabin in the evening gloom they had decided to raid the cabin’s fridge, which was fortunately stocked with plenty of booze. Staggering back into the lounge, Trevor dumped his haul onto the coffee table
Dumping her backpack down, Elliott staggered over to the armchair, yawning as she went. Welcomed by the warm cushions she groaned with relief: it felt like she was melting into a mountain of feathers. Tugging off her socks and shoes her groan took on an orgasmic note. After a thirty-mile hike nothing could quite compare to setting your feet free again. Her movement was laboured, every aching muscle protesting to
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
