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I watched him peel off his waistcoat, then his shirt. He revealed a skin tight vest. A vest! Who wears a vest nowadays? Well, I guess, my…

I sat cross-legged at his feet. He has great feet. If only men realised how attractive good feet are. Women notice these things.

This is a ‘stand alone’ bonus scene, a sequel to my sizzling book, Mrs Jackson and her Yoga Teacher. My newsletter community get early…

I’d fallen out with his daughter when we left school. They moved away, I went to college. I hadn’t seen him again, until today.

What I love about her is her confidence. Or maybe it’s her lips, with that delicious pale pink lip gloss. Or it could be her deep, lush…

The one thing I love about him, well, there are a few things, but this is the first one that I thought of when I woke up this morning.

His body is delicious. He dresses so well, immaculately tailored suits, crisp white shirts with monogrammed cuffs. Even an old school…

I slid my hand down his length. The diamond heavy on my left hand.

I’d neglected family and friends, but the business is like that. Or at least my business is like that.

I told him I wanted to sleep with him. I did. Why not say so? I sometimes struggle with the social niceties of courtship or friendships…

This is a ‘stand alone’ bonus scene, a sequel to my sizzling book, Mrs Jackson and her Exploits. My newsletter community get early access…

When he first suggested it, it shocked me to the core. That lump in the throat scary shock. My beautiful hubby, my delicious big black…

Join in the holiday spirit with these naughty hot wives, and the men who love them.

My dating history is brief. I’m not that old or long out of college. I’d done the usual groping in the back seat of a car. Been fumbled or…

She’s gorgeous. No, I’d go one step further. She’s fucking delicious! That round ass that bounces and wobbles inside that crazy tight pair…

I had a challenging account to deal with, well, to secure. No idea why the boss trusted me with it. They saw something I didn’t, I guess. I…

When I hugged her that first time in years, my heart missed a beat. She had grown into a breath-taking, beautiful woman.

He slid his hand into mine and I snuggled against his shoulder. The staff had cleared up and left for the evening. We sat alone.

I quickly jumped up on to the bed, leaving Booker to fetch the wine. I found the TV remote and set some music playing. We’d discovered a…

I guess the first time I saw her again, all grown up, I knew I’d have her. I’d known her from the day she was born. The daughter of my best…

This is going in my next short story book. Too good not to share!

The hardest thing about having the hottest boss in the building is keeping our relationship under wraps.

I heard myself purring like I was the lead in a very cheesy porno. ‘Wanna see more?’

At the grand old age of thirty, I crave to be objectified. I feel like I missed my window. How pathetic is that? I should have enjoyed it…