Room 2D

From Februs 13 by Paul Melrose (a.k.a. Alex Birch, RIP, who used to write the Taste of the Birch blog that some may fondly remember) As Melody Prentice walked into the living room of Paula Simmons home to be greeted so affectionately by her hostess, she could have cried with delight for she had, with the help of Paula and the other girls, survived the greatest crisis of her life. Her whole world had revolved around her husband and when she came downstairs that fateful morning to find the note that told her Bob had left her to live with his secretary, she had felt that her life was one huge void. Twenty-eight years old and alone in the world. She should have known what would happen, for the relationship had been rocky for a very long time and now, with so much time on her hands, Melody had been able to see things in perspective rather than blame her husband for everything that had gone wrong… and the truth disturbed her greatly. ...

From Blushes Supplement 7 Emma had only just got back from school, had barely had time to put her bike away and take her blazer off and was just considering whether to make herself a cup of tea first before starting on some revision, then came the knock at the door. It was Mr Dalkins, the third house along the street. Fortyish Mr Dalkins, a bit fat and overweight and now with his round face somewhat red. ‘Hello Emma,’ he said, smiling, his eyes sharp, and came in. Emma was by herself for the week, her parents having gone off yesterday morning with her younger brother Gregory to stay with their Aunt Millicent. Emma was still here because she had exams coming up — A-Levels. That hadn’t stopped her going out yesterday evening, though; to the pictures with her boyfriend Steven. She should have stayed in and worked but with the sense of freedom produced by her parents’ absence she had allowed herself to be persuaded. Steven had wan...

Story from Janus 33 by Robin Martin. Lengthy, but a good read and with some delightful illustrations by Paula Meadows. Jane stood in front of the full-length bedroom mirror, her bathrobe hanging open. Slipping first one shoulder off, then the other, she tossed it on the bed. She studied her reflection in the glass and was pleased with what she saw. Tallish and beautifully proportioned, Jane was proud of her figure and rightly so — long slender legs with thighs just swelling enough to make them shapely and erotic, and above them surprisingly broad and curvaceous hips narrowed to a slim waist. Higher again, well-formed breasts were firmly thrust out bouncing provocatively at the slightest movement. The warm bath had left her skin a glowing pink with the fragrance of the bath-oils radiating around her, the nipples on her breasts glistening and erect after the towelling. It was a juncture at which Jane very often paused for sensuous s...