I woke slowly, awareness returning in stages. The warmth of the bed. The soft morning light filtering through the curtains. The pleasant ache in my muscles from last night's activities. I reached out instinctively, finding warm bodies next to me but the two of them were still asleep; I didn’t want to wake them, they certainly needed sleep in quantity after the fun of yesterday and last night, so I slowly slid down the bed...

Next Day Delivery Nicola had been a regular visitor over the last few days, but this week she was on holiday, so I was not expecting any special service this week. I'm halfway through repairing a cracked Delft tile when I hear a van arrive. Not the familiar diesel rattle, this one is newer, quieter, with a different engine note entirely. Wrong company. I set down my brush and wait. The knock at the door is brisk and profe...

Special Delivery I know the sound of her van before I see it pull up in my drive. That particular diesel rattle, the small squeak of the brakes, followed by the thump of the driver’s door. It’s the signal for me to stop restoring broken things to beauty. and move to the window. “Hi there Nicola.” She's in her late twenties, all easy confidence and dark curves packed into that regulation uniform, her hair pulled back under...

Chapter 6: New sensations for Elena and Kala The village pub was warm and crowded when I arrived just before eight. The Fox and Hounds had been serving locals for over two hundred years, and it showed in the low beamed ceilings, the worn flagstone floors, and the comfortable atmosphere that came from generations of conversation and laughter soaked into the walls. I spotted Elena and Kala immediately, sitting at a corner t...

Chapter 4: The Gift The rain hammered against the windscreen as I navigated the final miles to the cottage. October had arrived with a vengeance, bringing with it the kind of cold, persistent rain that seemed to drive the cold into your bones. The wipers worked overtime, their rhythmic sweep barely keeping pace with the downpour. The countryside was dark, the kind of darkness you only get miles from any city, broken only...

Chapter 5: Two Girls for Breakfast I woke to the sensation of warmth on either side of me, soft skin pressed against mine, the gentle rise and fall of two people breathing. For a moment, I kept my eyes closed, simply enjoying the feeling of having two women in my bed, their bodies moulded to mine in sleep. The morning light filtered through the curtains, softer than yesterday's grey gloom, the rain had passed, leaving beh...

Day Two: Saturday I woke slowly, awareness returning in layers. The scent of Donna's hair, familiar now, intoxicating, reminded me that this was not the normal run of the mill mornings. We had pushed down the white sheets, during the night, leaving our naked bodies exposed to the fresh sunlight. Her back pressed against my chest, and my arm draped gently over her waist. Through the tall windows, the morning Italian light...

The Monday morning traffic was heavier than usual, a slow-moving chain of cars and frustration that crept along the motorway at a pace that saw my anxiety creep up the scale with each passing minute. My wife sat beside me in the driver's seat, her hands relaxed on the wheel, completely unaware of the tension building inside me. "It's unusual for you to have to go see a client like this," she said, glancing at the brake li...

Chapter Six: Farewell to Kent – for now Rachel woke slowly, awareness returning in gentle waves. The bedroom was filled with soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting everything in a warm golden glow. She lay still for a moment, taking inventory of her body. Her buttocks throbbed with a deep, satisfying ache from yesterday's canings and paddling. Her muscles felt pleasantly sore from the hours of sexual a...

Chapter 3: Rolling the Dice John pulled up to the house just after nine on the Friday morning, the familiar crunch of gravel under his tyres broke the silence once again. Yvonne had left early that morning for her sister's, kissing him goodbye with a reminder to "enjoy the peace and quiet." It was certain she did not know what kind of peace he was hoping for. Thank goodness wives could not read minds. He let himself in wi...

Chapter Five: An Evening of Escalating Pleasures The early evening sun was beginning to slant through the windows when Rachel and Andy finally returned to the house. They'd spent hours wandering through London, the Tate Modern, a walk along the South Bank, coffee in Covent Garden, and an early dinner in Maiden Lane. Along with that they had visited some lovely shops, and Rachel’s wardrobe was slowly expanding. Rachel's fe...

John pulled up to the house just after nine in his car, the June sun already climbing high in a cloudless sky. He sat in the car for a moment, engine ticking as it cooled, and tried to steady his breathing. Last night had been torture, lying next to Yvonne, pretending everything was normal, when all he could think about was Jackie. The taste of her on his tongue. The sound of her crying out his name. The way she'd looked...

Chapter Four: Rachel's gets more than she expected when she visits Andy The train made its way through the Kent countryside, and Rachel watched the fields pass in front of her window. Three months. Three months since her time in Greece, three months since she had lain in Andy’s arms. Three months since Andy had freed her inner passions and fulfilled her needs so wonderfully. She shifted in her seat, feeling a flutter of a...

The June sun blazed through the bare windows of the living room, turning the empty space into an oven. Jackie pushed open the front door and felt the wall of heat hit her immediately. "Christ, it's like a sauna in here," she said, dropping her bag of painting supplies on the dusty floorboards. John followed behind her, carrying the stepladder and a couple of paint trays. "Should've started earlier. It's going to be brutal...

Chapter Three: Andy’s Terrace Rachel woke to her husband's hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her awake. "Come on," he said. "I thought we could go into town again this morning. No football again today, and the lads aren't back from their trip until just after lunch." Rachel blinked, momentarily disoriented. This was the third day in a row. For the first two of those her husband had stayed with her all day, taking her i...