“You have a lovely pair, Miss Redpath.” — “Pardon?” The attractive English teacher in her early fifties studied me for a moment, ignoring a pear she’d been considering from the fruit counter in a local supermarket. On recognising me, she replaced the fruit and approached. “Kate Granger! Oh, I see what you did there, naughty girl!” she laughed…

“Another man is fucking your wife in my bedroom.” — “You aren’t supposed to be here, Paul.” “Why not, Celia?” “I don’t understand why you’re asking me that. You already know why not.” “I want to hear you say it, please.” “Another man is fucking your wife in my bedroom.” “It’s finally happened then?” “Yes. Chloe said you wanted me…

Blackmail me and you’ll be sorry — Continued from Chapter 1 Getting in or out of Koh Lipe, Thailand is an adventure. I hate wading off a massive speedboat, staggering through the surf balancing my suitcase on my head, before struggling up a beach to a bamboo immigration hut. Doing it in reverse is worse and since…

The best change management plan takes everyone on the journey. — I’ve always thought the most challenging thing to deal with is change. Life’s journey is a maze frustrated by obstacles, secret tunnels, hidden traps, and devoid of any map. Confusion, anxiety and paranoia frequently shine a gloomy light on the path we all take. Change comes in many forms. Bereavement…

Chapter Eight — Punishment Continues — Continued from chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 Kate brought a sharp kitchen knife with her, and set a steel bowl on the floor in front, opening up a Ziploc bag. She removed a massive piece of ginger root from the bag…

“Straight from the creamery, darling.” — I heard Paul fucking my wife through the thin wall of our bedroom. Claire was being railed into our marital headboard, grunting and moaning for her life like a whore impaled on an enormous cock. “Fuck me harder, babe.” “Jesus, Claire, you have a tight pussy. …

The chapel is full, babe. There’s no time. — I checked my watch frequently, nervous, because she was late. Tanya was always late, but she’d promised me this time would be different. It was our wedding day; the organ blared out-of-tune hymns while our families waited patiently inside the chapel pretending to sing-along. We’d agreed to make love in…

Hotwifery was my itch that couldn’t be scratched. — The cuckold dilemma is a sliver of delicious taboo, separating those couples that definitely want to share and others who don’t. Heavily laden with a rich, forbidden syrup, the hotwife adventure is where desire, fantasy and relationships collide with explosive consequences. Taboo sex becomes an itch that neither party wants…

“Your pussy has oiled the leather on your chair.” — He sidled up beside me, at a near empty bar where our office had retired to wash off the day’s stresses. Per usual, they kept me at arm's length, polite but not friendly. Just the way I liked my staff. “May I buy you a drink, Simone?” “May you fuck…