The Best Week of my Life Pt7

The Best Week of my Life Pt7 Sunday Four o'clock in the afternoon, and I looked down dejectedly as another text message came through offering well wishes but apologies for absence. This latest one from Bonnie Tranter was a real body blow. My own fault, I guessed, for giving such short notice, I'd hoped nonetheless …

The Best Week of my Life Pt2

The Best Week of my Life Pt2 Tuesday It was hard to believe, but the broken knee I'd suffered in the previous evening's accident actually had its advantages. Unable to climb the stairs at the flat, the next day I found myself in my parents' care. Unconditionally taken back under their wing, they agreed to …

summer ends

summer ends Three months that had passed since that life-changing day when her son had fucked her. She was 34, he soon to be 18. They now screwed regularly and had together worked out how to separate their sex sessions from their day-to-day lives. The basement of their home that housed the laundry equipment had …