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.