Your erotic stories

Chapter 1 Lucy and Tom had been running a small coffee bar in the town for over two years. A quiet bar, jazz music played softly in the background, comfy seating. It was a real nook of serenity in a busy High Street. They had regular customers who came in to escape the hustle and bustle of daily life.

read more

My eyes flickered open as the shrill staccato of my alarm clock tattooed on my skull, seemingly without end and insistent that I wake up. I threw a look of disgust in its general direction, cursing the blessed thing for interrupting my sleep, quickly following the look with my clenched fist which thumped down hard, silencing it mid-screech. Closing my eyes in relief I decided to treat myself to another minute or two of rest.

read more