Breakfast Stories

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...

I woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom window, warm and golden, painting stripes across the white sheets. For a moment, I lay still, my mid running through the events of yesterday and savouring the memories of last night. It was a heady mix of pleasure and emotions, discovering Toyah’s body, caressing her naked breasts, Toyah's body beneath mine, her whispered confession, the weight of her trust. I reached acros...