I don’t think she knew, but I adored her so much I would have lain at her feet. No really, at her feet. Those toes, fuck, they were perfect. — I hadn’t even thought of her that way until she dropped a file on her foot at work. The over zealous health and safety rep had insisted she take off her shoe so they could check her out for injuries. …

Marcus threw himself into the garden work, his coping mechanism for stress. Today, it distracted him from thoughts of Brooke. — He’d woken that morning with a clear vision of being half-sleep in the van with Brooke. Her body held close to his, her warmth against his chest and thighs. His hard-on needing attention before he could even climb out of bed. He licked his lips, recalling last night’s kiss. He’d…

I saw her as the office door swung shut. How the hell had she done that? She stood inside my office, in nothing but a bra and panties. I flushed with heat, my cheeks burned, and yes, my cock swelled beneath my desk. — I stood quickly and closed the blinds on the windows that overlooked the huge call centre. I had a reputation to uphold, and it certainly wasn’t one as a player. She stood inches from me as I spun around. Her pout glistening with that damn gloss she wore. Her tits…

I lay back and watched as he slid down his zipper. He scooped out his length and it sure as heck didn’t disappoint. — I’d promised him if he helped me get the latest case file closed, I’d return the gesture in kind. As if I was doing him a favour. Fuck, he was the goal all along and now I was happy to say I’d achieved it. Well, almost. He’d checked out my…

Those white chaps, boy, they get me every time. They’re the only ones who can pull the white boots and black glove combo, too. — I’d been travelling across time and space for so long, even though I knew he was a bad boy, I was pleased to see him. He’d been sent on a solo search mission and I was told to open the shuttle hatch or he’d blast it. It tempted me to…

I guess the thing with being single is the lack of options. I’m not knocking it though, I get to choose when I f*ck — Of course I have to find a partner, or a toy that suits my mood. Not aways easy. Do I go for the one nighter, wake up with someone I truly don’t want to eat breakfast with? …

He pressed his lips to mine. Not a kiss, a statement of ownership. — I waited, anticipation hammering in my chest. My first time. He wasn’t here for courtship, he was here to fuck. To fuck me. And my husband was watching. Could I do this? I didn’t have time to doubt as his hands lifted my skirt high over my ass, displaying my…

We all need a boost now and again. I wanted to give you some tasters to keep you going until you find a comfy spot to indulge your desires. Enjoy! — Just one click to check out Part One first? Want to cut straight to Part Two? Yep, you can jump to Part Three here too. This is the perfect post series to share and introduce your steamy buddies to my work, or to bookmark for later… I’ve been on Medium…

We all need a boost now and again. I wanted to give you some tasters to keep you going until you find a comfy spot to indulge your desires. Enjoy! — Just one click to check out Part One first? Want to cut straight to Part Two? This is the perfect post series to share and introduce your steamy buddies to my work, or to bookmark for later… I’ve been on Medium a year, so what a great way to celebrate…