Vixen:There was a loud, persistent rapping on the front door. It could only be Georgie. He leapt off the bed and bounded down the stairs like a greyhound chasing a hare, a hound smelling the scent of a vixen,...

Georgie:‘I remember how the lights flickered, then came on, as the train entered the tunnel. I was struggling to keep my eyes open. I felt totally shagged if I’m honest. That night, I admit, I’d enjoyed myself pleasuring him....

Bonhomie:He slept on until early afternoon, then lay still, calm, reflecting on his unforgettable night. How the girl imbibed the small phial of concoction which he brewed for her in a saucepan at home. The spectacle she’d made of...

Keepsake:After Georgie had finished, he watched her squat beside the bed, wiping her sweaty body. He cherished her like this, recovering, her nipples stiff burnt caramel, her breasts heaving, her soft, hairy mound glistening with intimate dew, her protruding...

Georgie crept into the bedroom and took off her t-shirt, jeans, and panties, strewing them over the carpet. Then, as naked as the day she was born, she climbed on the bed, to kneel - beside him.Their intense mood...