تسجيل الدخولYour hand is on my thigh and I open my legs. I'm no longer embarrassed. You move down the bed and your tongue is teasing me. I'm holding my breath.I wonder if you can smell me yet. You probably can. I'm obscenely wet and you've barely touched me.You let go of my thigh and look up at me, then back down. You bite me. Another mark. A trail all the way up. I'll have to wear trousers tomorrow; I can't let Mark see the inevitable bruising.The tights. You keep running your hands over them. The touch and feel of the nylon makes you so hard. It's why I wear them every time now.My knickers are wet through. Every time I shift, the fabric drags across my clit and I have to bite my lip.You hook your fingers into the waistband but don't pull them down, just hold them there while you look at me... innocently, like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth."Please Nat," you say.It takes me a second. "Go on then."You rip them. That sound, the tearing... you pull my knickers aside. Your face is so clo
Wednesday evening. Five days since Jonathan saw you in the office.Haven't told Mark yet. Keep meaning to. He makes dinner in his careful way, asks about your day, kisses your forehead. His reading glasses perched on his nose whilst he helps the children with homework. Small. Precise. Safe.Everything Richard isn't.New phone message whilst you're clearing the dinner plates.I'm in Cambridge. Meeting ran late. Can I swing by?Richard.Mark's here.So? Haven't seen him in ages. Just a quick visit.Fine. But just for a bit.Check what you're wearing. Still in work clothes. Black skirt. White blouse. The holdups underneath with the lace tops. Black knickers. Kicked off your court shoes when you got home. Just in your stockinged feet now on the kitchen tiles.Twenty minutes later the doorbell goes.Mark gets up from the sofa. "I'll get it."You stay in the kitchen. Loading the dishwasher.Hear Mark open the door. "Richard! Didn't know you were coming round.""Yeah, sorry mate. Had a meeti
Wednesday. Three days since Rome. Haven't told Mark yet.Keep meaning to. He makes coffee in the morning, asks about my day, kisses my forehead. The children need their lunch money. Rupert has a dentist appointment. Life keeps happening and the words won't come.My phone buzzes during a consultation. Client droning on about boundary disputes. Look down.I told her.Richard.What?Clare. I told her. I couldn't wait. I'm out. I've left.Richard, no. We agreed together.I couldn't keep lying. I need to see you. Tonight.This wasn't the plan.I don't care. Where are you?Cambridge. At work.Can I come to you?Should say no. Should go home. Should tell Mark first before seeing Richard. Do it properly.My office. After hours.What time?Six o'clock.Look at my phone. At his words. He's actually done it. Left Clare. And I'm still going home to Mark tonight like nothing's changed.---Sent everyone home early. Said I had briefs to review.Five fifty-five. Sitting at my desk. Case files everyw
In the bar on Via Veneto the light was dim. Music loud. American tourists at the next table. Talking about the Trevi Fountain.Wore a short skirt. No knickers. Sat close to Richard at the corner table. Could feel the leather seat against my bare arse.'You sure about this?' Richard asked.'Yes. Are you?'He nodded.My phone buzzed. Mark calling. Looked at Richard.'Answer it,' he said. 'Go on.'Answered. 'Hi.''Just checking in. You at the conference dinner?'Richard's hand slid up my thigh. Under the skirt. I reached for him at the same time. Found his cock through his trousers. Already half hard.'Yeah, it's just finishing. Boring speeches.'His fingers pushed inside me. Two. I unzipped him. Freed his cock. Started stroking. Both of us working each other whilst I talked to my husband.'When's your flight tomorrow?''Three.' Voice catching slightly. His fingers curled. Hit that spot. Had to bite down. Kept stroking him. Could feel him getting harder. Thicker. 'Gets in... gets in arou
Checked into the Grand Hotel Palace in Rome. Mr and Mrs Smith again. Felt less stupid this time. More like an alias that belonged to us. Like we had a life that only existed in hotel rooms far from home.Was watching him in the taxi from the airport. Two months since Paris. Eight weeks of going home and making pasta for the children. Sitting through Mark's faculty dinners. Billing hours at chambers. All of it feeling like I was underwater.'You look tired,' Richard said in the lift.'I am. Mark's been attentive.' Attentive meant watching my phone. Asking where I'd been. Wanting sex almost every night like he sensed something.Richard's hand found my knee. 'Just us now.'---Suite this time. Not like that first soulless Cambridge hotel or even the Paris room. Bigger. Heavy curtains. No mirror opposite the bed though, a different energy.He locked the door and stood with his forehead against it for a moment. 'I missed you so much.'He helped me out of the dress. Black lace underwear aga
Paris. First time we can actually relax.Eurostar from St Pancras. Felt like running away.We checked into Hôtel Rochechouart as Mr and Mrs Smith. Stupid name but it felt like playing. Like we weren't stealing moments in a soulless Cambridge hotel. Like we weren't fucking in my car in that layby off the M11.My hands were shaking when I inserted the key card. Still nervous. Just different nervous.I opened the door. We looked at each other.'No one knows us here,' he said.'No.''No colleagues of Mark's. No one from your chambers. No one who'll see us and wonder why you're with your brother in a hotel.''I know.''We could do anything. Try things we can't in Cambridge or in your car.'That made me look at him properly. 'What things?''I've been thinking.' He stepped inside. 'About what we could do if we had time. Privacy.'His mouth on mine before the door closed. Different this time. Not desperate like Cambridge. Not quick and guilty like my office. Deliberate.Got me against the wal
Introduction:In the soft glow of a family dinner, Erik's usual task of grabbing his twin sister Elayne’s grades takes an unexpected turn. Amidst the familiar chaos of her room, he stumbles upon a sleek, enigmatic remote—a gadget that seems to hum with untold possibilities. As his fingers glide ove
Elayne was sitting cross-legged on the foot of my bed, looking directly at me. "We need to talk.""We need to talk."The words sent a jolt of alarm racing down my spine as I closed the door to my room behind me. A series of questions rapidly flashed through my head. What the hell was my sister doin
And then her eyes slightly rolled upward, her mouth opened wide, and her entire body violently trembled. She came, and hard by the looks of it, without making a single sound. The sight was more than I could take after everything that had just gone on and I'm not at all proud to say that I exploded,
"Got it." Before anyone could say anything else I hopped to my feet. "I'm gonna go ahead, see you in the car." The last thing I wanted right now was to have a moment alone with Elayne, without our parents around to prevent her from bringing up whatever the fuck was going on. Before stepping into th







