“Whoa, what a costume!” I gape in awe at the cloaked skeletal bird walking towards me through the kitchen. The detail puts my simple black dress and pointed hat to shame.
He tilts his head, the movement shifting the cloak to reveal a series of vertebrae — too narrow to hide a human neck — disappearing into the uppermost bones of an empty ribcage.
I blink a few times, but the optical illusion doesn’t change.
“How much did the body paint cost?” I still don’t know which of my flatmates I’m talking to — they both go overboard for Halloween.
Trudy smoothed down her dress, and checked her face in the mirror.
She took a deep breath, pushing it out in one great whoosh as she plastered a smile on her face.
Three hours. That was how long this whole she-bang was going to go for. Trudy expected them to be three painfully long hours, but it was time that would pass, and when it had she could fly back home to her friends and her job, and leave her mother and her new family behind.
She pushed open the door. Her gaze fell first on her mother, beaming with…
Second Chance stories seem to be my thing, I can’t help myself — secret babies, first loves, reunions, best friends brothers, enemies to lovers, unrequited love…
They can all involve two people meeting again and reconnecting, or perhaps connecting properly for the first time, understanding each other in ways they haven’t before.
Groundskeeper Wanted is my latest book, and another second-chance romance, with a difference:
Nick and Harper are happily married, but need someone to help out around their eco-B&B. Cliff applies. He’s not only the best man for the job, he’s also Harper’s first love.
Despite Harper’s misgivings Nick…
Dixie was in the pool early today. She couldn’t help it, her energy was high with the hope of the afternoon to come, and she had to do something to burn it off.
She’d had fun with Josh the day before, luring him from his hiding place to join her, rather than watching her masturbate.
Being an exhibitionist had given her a thrill for a while, but that was growing old, and it was such a long time since she’d had a threesome, or more.
She hoped Josh would be able to convince his friends to come over.
Two men. Two mouths to kiss me. Four hands to touch me. Two cocks to fill me.
My mouth, my pussy, my arse. I can have both breasts squeezed and my clit stroked all at the same time. A mouth on a nipple, and a tongue over my folds. Hands, mouths, cocks. Giving me more pleasure than I’d ever dreamed.
If you like threesomes (or more), read on:
The forest was dark, even at this time of day. Vesta peered up through the branches, but the canopy was so thick the midday sun was nothing more than speckled light.
She shifted the pack on her back and kept walking.
Technically, Vesta was lost. Only technically, because while she didn’t know exactly where she was at this particular moment, she was following a well worn trail, so she knew she’d stumble upon civilisation somewhere, at some point in time.
It wasn’t even a big forest, so that ‘some point in time’ couldn’t be too far away.
It’s a full moon, and I’m hungry.
I scan the mob of dancers, salivating at the options. Men of a variety of ages mingle amongst the women, and I can smell how horny they are, desperate for a quick fuck.
One scent catches my attention and I stroll into the throng to find him. He’s pushing his way through the crowd towards me. Towards the bar, probably, but this works in my favour.
I push through the crowd, speeding up just enough so that when we bump into each other, I’m knocked back a little.
“Shit! Sorry.” He shouts above…
Dixie waited on the lounge chair until she heard the first car pull up in the next door neighbour’s driveway. She dived into the pool, nipples tingling. The young men next door were home.
She always enjoyed a nude early evening swim, and since the young men next door had taken to watching her she’d added some masturbation in, too, but tonight she was hoping to get them to join in. It was only fair that they return some of the pleasure they so obviously enjoyed in recent times.
She waited until there was the familiar rustling in the bushes…
Virginia awoke to the sound of the vacuum cleaner buzzing away in the next room.
She rubbed her eyes, and glanced at the clock. 8:30!
Stumbling out of bed she pulled on her dressing gown and made her bleary way to the living room.
The door was wide open, and through it there was a semi-naked man, a white towel tied around his waist, the muscles in his back rippling as her pushed the vacuum cleaner back and forth over the rug.
Virginia just stared.
She’d never seen this man before. He looked like her husband, but her husband didn’t…
“I’m sorry Violet. I thought this was going to work, but it’s not.”
Violet watched as Ash strode back along the jetty, her heart broken. She’d thought he was bringing her here to propose, not to break up with her.
The sank onto the edge of the jetty, her legs dangling above the sea, elbows on knees, head in her hands, not caring about the tears that slipped down her nose and over her wrists to drop into the water below.
She’d had such dreams, of getting married, moving away.
Ash was right, they weren’t really suited as lovers, but…