Saturday Shorts: Suzy And Dave

Saturday Shorts: Suzy And Dave
by Jonathan Eddington



Dave could not help but giggle as he watched through the key hole of the storage cupboard he was hiding in. In the middle of the corridor in front of him various teachers and students knelt down to try and pick up the coins he had glued to the floor. Most made it look like they had dropped something and were bending to pick it up, or that they had stopped to do their laces. Others were more brazen, but no one could pull them free. As the number of people using the corridor died down, Dave struggled not to be heard sniggering as their attempts to free the coins became more frantic. A girl hacked at them with one of her high heels, until the heel snapped off. One guy tried to kick them free, and almost fell on his back. Another got down on his hands and knees and was trying to bite them off, but still they remained stuck fast.

Eventually the corridor was silent. Dave had almost left the cupboard when Suzy appeared. Sashaying around the corner, tottering on her heels, but so engrossed in her phone, she did not she him duck back inside. Safe again, he watched her swaying hips and the way her short plaid skirt lifted slightly with each step. Oh for a gust of wind!

A glint from the coins caught Suzy's eye, and she stopped. Dave held his breath as she glanced down at them, then up and down the now empty corridor. As she bent over, her body side on to him, her skirt rose revealing the firm toned curve of her butt cheek. Higher still it slid until almost her entire buttock was bared. Dave gazed in awe. From where he was hid it looked like she was not wearing any underwear. If only she was bent over with her back to him.

Things That Go Hump In The Night

Things That Go Hump In The Night
by Jonathan Eddington



"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alison whimpered as they walked up the long, tree covered drive to the incredibly old mansion.

"It does look rather dark and gloomy," Reed sighed, "and that's before we even get inside."

Underfoot the gravel crunched as the five college friends continued towards the dark, foreboding entrance that loomed like a cavernous open mouth. The fading light glinted on the two upper windows over front door, like watching eyes, adding to the growing sense of unease. A chill passed through them, and a deep sigh seemed to come from the building as the ivy flapped up and slowly dropped back on the ancient stonework, almost like it took a breath. As they grew closer, it's imposing shadow seemed to rise up and cover them, and everything around them.

"It looks like a giant lying down facing us" murmured Ben. "Like his arms disappear off round the sides behind the trees, and are going to surround us..."

"And we're going to be pulled into his gaping mouth and eaten" Jess gasped.

"Oh come on!" admonished Reed. "I bet it's lovely inside. After all they wouldn't be renting rooms if it was a monster house that ate everyone. They'd soon run out of guests."

Beth smiled to herself. She had felt drawn to Ickwell Manor ever since she had found a picture of it online, as though some part of her belonged there. Thankfully it was now open as a hotel, with all it's Edwardian splendour faithfully preserved. It had not taken much to convince the others to spend Halloween there. Just a dare really for the guys, and the chance to have sex in a four poster bed for the girls.

Now they were here, Beth's sense of belonging was growing intensely, along with a strange sense of familiarity.

"No signal" Ben groaned as he checked his phone. "I hope they have Wi-Fi."

"I'm surprised they have electricity" said Reed as a light flicked on over the imposing doorway.

With a loud groaning creak the imposing door opened causing the group to stop in their tracks. Blackness loomed inside, and for a moment no one moved. Suddenly a figure appeared in darkness. Several of the group gasped, then sighed in relief as the little old lady came into the light.

"Come in, come in" the old lady cackled and beckoned them in. "You'll get cold and it's lovely and warm inside."

Beth moved first into the inky blackness and felt the welcoming warmth enfold her. Dimly at first she made out another large closed door a few feet in front of her as the old lady lit a few candles. The heat vanished as the others crowded into the vestibule, almost like someone had been holding her in a warm embrace then broke away.

"Sorry, but light bulbs keep blowing and the candles blow out when I open the door" the old lady explained. "Let me sign you all in, then I'll show you too your rooms."



Later, after a large supper in the ornate dining room, Ben had announced that he and Alison were going to see just how strong their huge bed was. Alison had playfully gone to slap him when he scooped her up in his arms to giggles from the others and carried her away. Not long after, Jess and Reed made their excuses and left Beth on her own in the large drawing room.

Even while they had been talking Beth's eyes had been drawn to a painting of a young well dressed man that hung over the fireplace. She walked over and read the name, Henry Ickwell, 1906. As Beth looked up at his face the rest of the room seemed to dim.

"Home" came a low breathy voice from all around her.

Strangely Beth found this intensely reassuring and reached up to touch the painting.

"Please don't touch the paintings miss" came the voice of the old lady from the doorway. "It costs a lot to clean them."

"I'm sorry" Beth said as she turned to her. "Who was he?"

"Henry built the manor as a wedding present for his fiancée, Bess. But she disappeared on a hunting trip a few days before. He spent the following year trying to find her before developing a fever and passing away."

"Oh how horrible! But at least he's at peace now."

"Not if the legend is too be believed. There have been several sightings over the years of a ghostly figure roaming the fields and woods around here."

"Bess" came the low breathy voice again. "Home."

"And in here?" Beth asked, noting the old lady seemed oblivious to the ghostly voice.

"Not that I know of" the old lady answered.

Was Beth hearing Henry's ghost, and if so, why her and not the old lady? She would have to wait until morning now to ask the others if they had noticed anything. In a way she hoped they had not, as that would make her special somehow. But then they may make fun of her.

"Ah ok. Well thanks for the info. I'm going to head up now. G'nite."

John and Mary

John and Mary
by Jonathan Eddington


"Come on. There's no one in" John said disappearing inside the hotel's main men's washroom.

Cautiously at first Mary followed him, but he was right. Everyone else must still be at the party in the main function room. They had only met that night, but something had immediately sparked between them. Their wild, intimate dancing had made them the talking point of the night. They did not care. All they now cared for was each other, and exploring each others wanting bodies.

They kissed deeply, as John gracefully picked Mary up and sat her on the edge of a sink. Desire burnt within her as she felt his stiffness press against her damp thong. Gently he lay her back against the mirror behind her and kissed his way down her neck, his thumbs flicking off the straps of her top. Briefly she glanced over to the door, hunger raging inside her, then pressed down on the back of John's neck. Mary's braless nipples tingled in anticipation as he lowered her top and squeezed her firm breasts. Arching her back she guided his kisses to an awaiting nipple and gasped as his tongue licked and teased around it. Outside the door she heard footsteps, but no one came in. Her desire for him, mixed with the trepidation of being discovered, raged through her body. She needed more.

Tossing His Caber

Tossing His Caber
by Jonathan Eddington



In the middle of a large field just outside of town, most, if not all, of the local female population gathered. On top of a small hillock stood two young ladies, Aileen and Skye. The wind whipped their hair like wild flames, and added a faint red glow to their soft pale skin. Even under their thick coats it was easy to see the curves that had drawn so many men to them since they first blossomed into womanhood. After years of not settling down, they had learnt how to get a man to do what they want, when they wanted.

"So 'ave yea all been stickin' wit' the plan?" shouted Aileen over the general chit chat.

"Aye," shouted a smart middle aged lady near the front, "it's been easy. Every time the vote's mentioned a complain ova headache. It's been more a month since our last time. Thank God for my Rabbit!"

Laughter and nods ran though the crowd, though a few still looked worried.

"Mi Brodie still hasnae changed his mind" called out a young woman. "He keeps sayin' that Jamie MacLeod says we should split, so that's what he's gonna do."

Murmurs of agreement ran through the ladies.

"For nae" smirked Aileen. "Me an Skye've a plan..."

Saturday Shorts: Double Trouble

Double Trouble
by Jonathan Eddington



My thoughts and emotions are in as much of a tangle as the rope that binds my wrists and ankles to the wooden chair. No matter how hard I tried I could not gloss over the fact that I was now completely at their mercy.

What guy would not have immediately agreed to accompany home two sexy young girls who had been dancing provocatively in front of him in the club? It was such a big change from being turned down by those I approached, there was no way I could resist. And I think they knew it.

Of course I happily let them strip me almost as soon as we entered their apartment. Their soft fingers stroked my arms as they slipped off my shirt then caressed my hairy chest. My skin tingled at their feather light touch creating shivers of anticipation that ran up and down my spine. With expert precision they slipped down my pants and boxers as one, freeing my growing erection. That was when they had asked me to sit. So they could remove them fully I thought. One of them knelt in front of me as she slipped off my shoes and socks. The other stood behind me and ran her hands down my arms, her breath whispering past my ear. As I turned to try and kiss her, she stepped back, bringing my arms round too her. Again she leant in close, but stopped with her lips tantalisingly close to mine.

Manly Mondays: The Hunk Next Door - Part 3

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Manly Mondays: The Hunk Next Door - Part 2

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Manly Mondays: The Hunk Next Door - Part 2
by Jonathan Eddington



Jo stood in the shower feeling the hot water running over her skin. Was this really such a good idea when she still knew so little about Matt? What if he tried to hurt her? Well, if he did, she would only be next door so she could shout Louise for help. How would he be with her? Rough and demanding, or sensual and tender? She did not really care. It had been a few months since Jo had last had sex, and lust was taking over her now. Even the touch of her own hands gliding over her increasingly sensitive skin was turning her on. The temptation to satisfy herself was hard to ignore, but somehow she managed it. Wrapping a towel around her moist body she headed back to her room.

Manly Mondays: The Hunk Next Door - Part 1

Manly Mondays: The Hunk Next Door

by Jonathan Eddington

Ever since Jo had left her cheating rat of a husband and moved in with Louise, Jo had been catching increasingly tantalising glimpses of the hunky guy next door. 

Wonderfull Wake-up

Wonderfull Wake-up
by Jonathan Eddington



Ted was still been asleep when Jill returned home from dropping the kids off at school. His cock made a prominent tent in the sheets, and was throbbing in time with his breaths.

Carefully Jill uncovered his magnificent erection then wrapped her hand around his shaft. With slow deliberate strokes she teased him. Softly she flicked her tongue around the head, savouring the taste.

Ted made a low moan in his sleep, his hips raising slightly and pushing the tip of his cock between Jill's luscious lips. She increased the speed and strength of her strokes and sucked him slowly into her mouth.

Another moan of pleasure came from Ted, louder this time. Harder Jill sucked and stroked his throbbing erection. Ted's body quivered in response and he gasped with delight, his eyes still closed.

Could Jill make Ted cum before he woke fully?

High Street Hijinks

High Street Hijinks
by Jonathan Eddington



"Hmm, I don't know," I said, nervously biting my lip, "what if someone comes?"

"Yeah us. That's the idea" Chris growled, and in one swift movement lifted me up and sat me on the low wall.

To my relief the high street was deserted. During the day it would be full of bustling shoppers and impatient motorists. The only people out now where at the club around the corner where we had met. Deftly he slid his hands under my tight crop top and lifted it freeing my pert, braless breasts.

"Whoa!" I gasped, again looking around.

Before I could cover myself Chris grasped a breast in each hand and kissed me roughly almost pushing me back over the wall. His rough lips covered mine. A not entirely unpleasant pain shot from my nipple as he pinched it, and as I gasped in shock his tongue thrust into my mouth to find mine.

This was not the usual soft and sensual approach that I was used too. But it was what we had talked about online before arranging this, our first date. I wanted to try man who would take charge, and ravage me in daring situations. I had let him choose where to go, and even what I should wear. Going commando had admittedly given me a buzz all night. Quite a few guys had gazed longingly as my breasts bounced and swayed as we danced. My nipples had poked teasingly through my top as I enjoyed the attention, and the feel of the air on my naked pussy was strangely arousing. At one point Chris suggested I did a fast spin to flash my bare buttocks and pussy, but I had been too shy. Admittedly, the thought of other guys getting turned on if I did became more and more desirable as the night went on. So when Chris pulled me too him, ran his hands up the back of my legs, and firmly grasped my now exposed bum, I let him hold me like that for several minutes. His cock had felt hard and thick as we ground our bodies together on the dance floor, but it felt even harder out here as I reached down and squeezed it through his pants.

The Naked Truth About Me

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One week left to get my books for FREE

A quick reminder that my two books, Wild Endeavours and Poetic Dreams, are available for free until the end of March. You can get them from Smashwords.com in a variety of formats for just about every ebook reader there is.

Steak And Blowjob Day

Steak And Blowjob Day
by Jonathan Eddington



Cherie felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Whatever it was would have to wait. This lecture was far too important if she was to pass the course. A few minutes later she felt it buzz again. She sneaked a glance in case it was something important. Becky had sent her a couple of messages on Facebook. Knowing Becky it was something to do with plans for later, so she could ignore it for now.

Lecture over, Cherie headed out of college and looked at the messages.

Becky Harper March 14th at 4:26pm
Hey its steak and blowjob day or so Gaz says lol
I bet Ray knows and is hoping you'll be sucking him later!

Becky Harper March 14th at 4:38pm
I've had an idea on how to make this special day good for us too. I've told the guys to be at mine for 7 where we will have steak ready and waiting for them. Be at mine for 6 so we can get ready.

Intrigued, Cherie rang Becky and listened with growing excitement to her plan. Tonight was going to be fun, for all of them.



Shortly after six, Cherie arrived at Becky's, her heart racing with nervous energy. She had no qualms about sucking Ray, in fact she quite enjoyed it. Watching his face contort with pleasure as he came made her feel so powerful and sexy knowing it was all because of her. It was what Becky had planned before, that was giving her butterflies.

Half an hour later they were both stood in the identical lingerie Becky had chosen. The black stilettoes, lace stockings and suspenders showing off the girls’ slender legs and thighs. The curves of their tight, firm buttocks sat teasingly below the black lace under bust Basque. Their full rounded naked breasts daring anyone not to gaze at them adoringly. When Cherie saw the special thongs Becky had got for them she could not help a little laugh.

Outfits on, they tied their hair back in tight ponytails, Cherie's blond locks and Becky's brown being the main difference between them. Next they neatly applied the ruby red nail lacquer and lip gloss, and finished their look with dark mascara and eyeliner. Either one would be irresistible to any man, but together...

The Online Deception

Let me get this right. You have been having the dirtiest conversations online with a hot young lady who wishes she lived near you. She shares your taste in porn and would do anything with you if she could. You are considering a trip to visit her, but then you remember hearing about guys who have been tricked online. Fooled by other guys pretending to be female. Is she real?

Well you can never be totally sure they are who they say they are until you meet them, but I will give you some tips.

Second book published: Poetic Dreams

Everyone dreams about sex from time to time. The fun really begins when you tell your partner about them. Whether you dreamt of a romantic romp on the beach at sunset, some daring outdoor fun in the rain, or being watched by others, it can really start your day with a bang.

Also included are short poems or rhymes between each story covering breakfast in bed, sexy shopping, the allure of lipstick, and more.

This collection ends with the wild tale of two wanton female fans surprising the male divers in the communal changing room before a big competition. It is not just Tim Dally who enjoys the girls attention.

First book published: Wild Endeavours

Have you heard about the college girl who woke her boyfriend with a special surprise after a drunken party while others slept in the same room? Perhaps you saw what happened on and off the dance floor after a saucily dressed vixen snared her nervous pray at the local club? Or maybe you have wondered what really happens on a Hen Party when the stripper arrives?

All these are more are revealed.

Virgin Vacation (excerpt)

Virgin Vacation (excerpt)

by Jonathan Eddington

Tanya, an eighteen year old virgin, is on a family holiday with her parents friends and their daughter. Dawn has had plenty of experience with boys, and soon takes Tanya into town to check out the local talent. In the centre they meet a group of boys and agree to go for a walk with three of them.

A few minutes later we have entered the park, gone past the children's play area, and are heading down a country path laughing and joking as we drink and walk. I have my arm round Todge's magnificent torso, and his free hand is resting on my bum. Every so often he gently squeezes it, sending little ripples of pleasure through me. I find myself wishing his hand was on my skin, not my skirt, and lift the back of it so he can feel my butt cheek sticking out of my bikini bottom. Todge responds by firmly squeezing it, and I notice that once again his cock looks like it is trying to escape his shorts. In fact the elastic around the top is being pushed away from his body, and I can just about make out his shaft inside. It must be so hard and powerful if it is anything like the rest of his body. I feel a bigger tingle, and a deep longing between my legs.

Up ahead, Andy, Dawn and Si are walking arm in arm, Dawn between the two of them, smiling and giggling at them both as they finish the booze.

"So where are you guys taking me, and what shall we do when we get there?" Dawn giggles suggestively.

"Just somewhere nice, where we can enjoy the sunshine together", winks Andy to Si.

"Yeah, and have some fun too!" says Si.

Coyly Dawn says "Oh, what kind of fun?"

"Something I bet you'll really enjoy!" growls Si, his hand caressing it's way down her back and pinching her bum. Dawn laughs, takes her arm from round his waist, and reaches round in front of him.

"Anything to do with this?" she asks, and Si gives a little gasp.

"Hell yeah, baby!"

"You too Andy?" as she does the same to him.

"If that's what you want..." he gasps.

"Oh yes. I DO want these" she purrs, her hands doing something to their crotches.

"Nearly there babe," gasps Si, "just through these trees."

Si leads us a few hundred yards off the path and through the trees, until we come to a little clearing with moss covering the ground, and small patches of bushes.

"You going to be ok?" Dawn whispers to me.

"Err..." I reply. My head feels wobbly after the alcohol.

"I'll be gentle," interrupts Todge before I can say anything, then looking into my eyes, "she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to."

Is this it? Am I about to see my first hard cock, to feel it, to enjoy it? What am I supposed to do? Do I need to do anything? And most importantly, am I ready?

Lipstick

Lipstick
by Jonathan Eddington

As you stand there in underwear you look like such a cutie,

Then out you take a lipstick that's so bright and red yet fruity,

You smile at me and lick your lips and with your finger show me,

That what you want to do right now is take my cock and blow me,

The Hen Party

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