Nurse Ashley was reading Doctor Jordan a report, but the handsome gynaecologist didn’t seem too interested in medical history. It was late, and the hospital was almost deserted…

He was leaning in towards her, ostensibly to read the chart, but his blue eyes caught hers and held them.

“You are an extremely beautiful woman,” he said quietly.

She could smell his musky scent as he leaned in to kiss her. She knew something special was about to happen…

His lips were soft, his tongue was long and insistent, and she felt herself quivering within. Read More >>>

Jenny raced down from the porch of the log cabin and threw herself into Mike’s arms. It had been three weeks since they’d seen each other, and now they were alone for the whole weekend.

He kissed her hungrily, his strong arms surrounding her in a circle of warm love. She’d missed him so much…

Suddenly he was kissing her eyes, her ears, her neck, and then he was unbuttoning her cotton dress like a man possessed. She smiled with pleasure and let him undress her, secure in the knowledge that her cabin was so secluded no passers-by would see them.

He nudged the dress from her shoulder and kissed her there, then eased it down to her waist. He cupped her breasts and kissed her neck, sending shivers down to her boots. She loved the way he used his hands… and his mouth. Read more >>>

The checked picnic blanket contrasts sharply against the dark green grass and cloudless blue sky, but that’s how it’s meant to be. Brett has laid out the picnic beneath a majestic oak tree, which lends its shade and gravitas to the scene. I look forward to the feast – there’s camembert cheese, crackers, strawberries, cold ham, and mangoes for dessert.

Brett pours the wine. The chardonnay is a cool yellow and slops against the glasses. It’s refreshing and intoxicating, and I savour the taste on his lips as he kisses me.

There is no one for miles around. It’s like we own the whole world. The grass is swaying gently in the breeze as though it is bowing to us. We are the king and queen of our own universe, and today we are feasting on each other. Read More >>>

The hot rays of the summer sun were abruptly shut out as Nicole and Heath crept into the barn. The spacious cavity within was deserted, and it looked as though the absent farmer hadn’t used the barn in months. It smelled of splintered wood and straw, and the sun sent thin slants of light across the earthen floor.

Heath smiled conspiratorially at Nicole and, taking her hand, led her to a hay-filled corner. They’d acted on impulse, letting their sudden aching desires dictate their actions. So much of the honeymoon had been this way; spontaneous sidetracks from the main road, urgent fucking in barely concealed public places: the park, the information booth, the gas station toilet. Their hunger for each other was paramount. They could have gone sightseeing in a desert and it wouldn’t have made a difference. Every place was an Eden and every moment was marked by wet, hard obsession. Read more >>>