Like everyone else these days, she sets aside special alone time for porn. Quality time spent buck naked, fueled with a snifter of cognac, dimmed lights and throbbing music to keep time with the rhythm of her slender fingers, tapping on the trackpad, navigating from image to image, or scrolling through a particularly long and…
Mr. Rungard was late. And he was the last parent-teacher conference meeting of Mrs. Mower’s marathon day. Bored tapping her nails on the desktop, she began to scrub off the equations, which were drying on the whiteboard. “Mrs. Mower?” Turning, she saw that the baritone voice came from a tall man wearing dark slacks, a startched…
‘Home James, and don’t spare the arses.’ James – Dave, her husband – knew the routine. It was their game. One they both loved to play. Get into the car, drive round the block, back into the house, that’s how it started. Every time they got into the car ‘It’s Yesterday Once More’ began to…