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  Be warned …

  The following twenty-one chapters contain scenes of a sexually explicit nature, and therefore should not be read by anyone under the age of 21.

  If you are offended by depictions of Sapphic or heterosexual sex, voyeurism, mild bondage, group sex, anal sex or masturbation, perhaps you should look away now and read something else.

  One

  Another night alone.

  Sheena stared out of the window, looking down on the private garden two floors below. A light dusting of snow was beginning to settle, as a gentle flurry whipped and danced in the cold night air.

  It cast an odd light into the dark room, throwing millions of tiny falling shadows across the walls. It was peaceful, comforting, and somehow warm.

  The fur from her teddy bear tickled at Sheena’s chest as she hugged him tighter. It came to something when she’d shared her bed more often with a stuffed toy than with anyone else.

  Her focus shifted, and she caught her reflection in the window. Her short hair hung limply, whilst her pyjamas ruffled inelegantly around her chest. She had good tits, she knew it, and a perfectly fine body, so why she chose to hide it behind dowdy clothes, she never knew.

  Sheena shrugged.

  Pressing her chin into teddy’s head, she began to watch the snow falling once more.

  It hadn’t snowed for three years. She knew that for a fact. It was snowing the last time she had sex. A tiny part of her hoped this was an omen. Maybe she’d meet someone tomorrow.

  There was no point in wallowing in self-pity.

  She decided to leave the curtains open, before crossing to the bed. The sheets were cold as she slipped under them, tugging the quilt higher up her neck.

  Normally she’d shake away a moment of melancholy before bed by opening her legs and reaching down to play with herself, but for some reason she wasn’t in the mood for that now.

  She shivered beneath the covers, and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. The streetlights below were chucking shadows upwards, and she watched a ballet of snow dancing across the stucco.

  It was a beautiful apartment, and she thanked fate that she’d found it. The third-floor of Kensington Gardens in the fashionable centre of town, with its own private garden and parking. Maybe a few pounds more than she could really afford, but it was worth sacrificing the odd night out to pay for it.

  The neighbours were nice too. Most of them anyway. She rolled her eyes for a moment.

  There were four other apartments on the third floor, and hers was next to His.

  Rachael was opposite, and they had developed a nice little friendship based on chats over cups of tea. Next to Rachael was empty, and the final flat was Peter’s. Sheena rarely saw Peter. She tried hard to avoid Mike too.

  No wonder.

  She sighed into the dark as her mind focussed on the wrong thing.

  Mike.

  He’d been so nice when she moved in. No wonder she gave in to his advances so quickly. It was a fun little fling, until he remembered he had a girlfriend.

  Twat.

  Sheena kicked at the covers in annoyance. She was beginning to regret not getting herself off. At least she’d be asleep by now, dreaming of something pleasant, rather than re-living a nightmare.

  Nightmare was a bit harsh. She was about to really fall for him when the bomb fell, so it hurt a lot. But it had been hard to move on, and it still panged in her chest whenever her stupid brain bought it all back up.

  Maybe having him in such close proximity hadn’t helped. Their bedrooms were either side of the wall where the headboard sat. Sheena was damned if she was going to give up her dream home for a dickhead though. So they just ignored one another as best they could.

  Sod it.

  She rolled over onto her front, trapping her hand beneath her. She enjoyed the way her weight pushed her supple tits into the firm mattress, and as always she quickly found the right spot between her legs, fingering it gently through the cotton of her pyjamas.

  The tension began to drain away as the sensations started to build. Holding her hand still, Sheena began to rock her hips, vividly recalling the sensation of a tongue teasing her clit.

  The bed squeaked a little with her movements, and a little whimper vibrated through the mattress as she began to let herself go. Fingering herself this way always made her cum quickly, and before long the delicious waves of pleasure lapped through her body.

  Sheena lay perfectly still and let the moment subside slowly.

  But she could still hear bed springs squeaking.

  It took her a moment to parse this new information, but then it dawned on her that it was next door’s bed.

  Mike was getting laid.

  That was a rare occurrence. Sheena couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard them having sex. Maybe the arousal of her orgasm hadn’t fully dissipated, or maybe, if she was honest, she always enjoyed this voyeuristic clue to her ex’s love life.

  Either way, Sheena sat up in bed and yanked away her pyjama bottoms. After swirling two fingers over her silky lips, she positioned her pillows and straddled them, firmly pressing her swollen bud into the mound.

  Listening intently, catching the faint sounds of Mike’s grunting, she began to rock in time to his thrusts. Every now and then she heard him swear, and the vague moans of female pleasure began to rise.

  Her own vocalisations grew louder, swearing softly into the cool night air, letting out vibrato purrs as she focussed intently on the delicious sensations in her clit.

  She slipped her hand roughly under her top and grabbed at her swinging tits. The nipple she found was swollen, and felt so firm as she pinched it with some venom, pulling it out hard and rolling it from side to side.

  Mike had never done that when she was riding him, and she always had to do it herself. As her pussy swelled, she felt the vivid memory of his cock inside her. He wasn’t a particularly good fuck, but he had been her last fuck, thus her mind often wandered back to him.

  The sounds from next door halted abruptly.

  At least in her memory he never came too soon.

  Her hips were rolling and rocking with some fury now, her clit rubbing hard into the trapped down of the pillows. This orgasm was going to be too nice to waste on Mike. She deliberately re-focussed her mind on a nicer memory. An expert tongue lapping in her mouth as a thick firm cock spread her wide and fucked her deep. Hard.

  As the cock exploded in her mind, filling her pussy with cream, Sheena felt her body give in to the powerful pleasures that exploded from her clit. She collapsed forward, revelling in the delights of her own quivering body.

  Next door, she heard a door slam.

  A little breathless giggle as she lay on her front, feeling her whole body rise and fall with each deep gulp for air. She squeezed her thighs tighter together, lingering for as long as she could on the fading tingle of her pussy.

  Sheena knew how to please herself, but never really understood why Mike kept popping into her mind whenever she started to fuck a pillow. Only then, never on her belly, never as she let the warm water of the faucet run over her clit, never when she pushed her dildo easily into herself.

  It was about the only position she had experienced with Mike, her straddling him, riding at her own pace as he luxuriated in her tits undulating before his face. Her breasts bouncing above him fascinated him so much, he could only ever stare wide-eyed at them.

  Sheena rolled onto her back, letting her legs open wide, as she reached down to stroke her fingers up and down her cream-coated lips.

  God she needed a fuck.

  A proper one.

  Not the farce of a Mike shag.

  A good, proper seeing to.

  With a long, contented sigh, Sheena made a pledge to herself. Find a man.
/>   And fuck him hard.

  Two

  The morning light glared into the kitchen, burning into the back of Sheena’s eyes. A thick layer of snow had settled in the night, and it hugged the ground like a giant duvet.

  It was like a picture postcard, with only one unsightly blemish.

  A trail of giant boot prints from a truck to the building had turned the pure white snow into a thick brown sludge. Men kept traipsing back and forth with large packing boxes, and it was the noise of their movements out in the vestibule which had awoken her early.

  The morning was vile. Dry eyes that clumped together, the gunk in the mouth, the cold air that made her hug a thick towelling robe around her body, all served as reminders of how heinous Sheena found this time of day.

  Nothing a piping hot shower couldn’t wash away.

  She flicked the coffee machine on and wandered through the flat to the bathroom. The thick cloud of steam engulfed her the moment she opened the door. The ritual was to turn the shower on, head for the coffee pot, then come back to this sauna-like warmth.

  She stepped naked into the heavy jets of hot water, feeling it engulf her with a welcoming hug. After lying in bed with her legs open, this was her most favourite thing. Droplets gathered on her tits, and she took a moment to lather some shower gel all over her goose-pimpled body.

  Everyone looks sexy in the shower, but Sheena knew she looked exceptionally good with wet hair and cascading waterfalls accentuating her tits and ass. Even her downy little bush looked delicious when it was damp.

  She giggled at the idea of posting an image of her like this on a dating site. It would certainly garner some messages.

  But no, not online dating again.

  She wanted to meet a guy in real life this time, if only to erase the memory of Mike. Somehow the guys she’d dated from websites never felt like real people in her memories.

  Odd, but true.

  The best relationships had been with men she’d first met in the flesh.

  Except Mike.

  So it was time to get back on the horse, bite the bullet, swallow her pride, pull up her socks and a hat-full of other clichés. She smiled again as she let the shower engulf her hair and stream down her face.

  As always, she spent far too long in the shower, and had to gulp back a perfectly delicious cup of coffee without savouring it, before bolting out of the flat.

  The door to 3B was wide open, and two men were struggling to manoeuvre an ugly looking couch down the narrow hallway.

  Wow, someone was moving in. 3B had been empty for months.

  Then, after her customary hiss at Mike’s door, she descended the stairs and darted out into the cold winter morning.

  The stream of men that came to her window with cheques to bank or money to withdraw proved a fun way to pass an otherwise boring day. Each one provoked a mini-review in her head.

  “Too fat, not enough hair.”

  “Nice eyes, strong jaw.”

  “Looks like a rapist.”

  Working in a bank is a terrible way to meet a guy. The nice looking ones always fail to flirt, leaving that instead to the ones with yellow teeth and a false eye. And why on Earth did they think it sexy to raise an eyebrow whenever they pushed their card into the machine?

  If that was their idea of good sex, they could keep it. Slip it in a slot, finger the buttons for a second, then make a withdrawal.

  Dear Lord.

  Lunch time provided a better opportunity for a man-hunt. Sheena wandered into the covered arcade and sat in a little bistro, watching life as it wandered by. No one caught her eye though, but at least her Panini was wonderful.

  Just then an email sent her phone into conniptions.

  “Fancy a fuck tonight?”

  She smiled. Yes. Yes she did. She replied with her customary single kiss.

  What a nice surprise. He hadn’t been in touch for a while. Sheena was beginning to think she’d never hear from him again.

  The thought of a shared orgasm made the rest of the afternoon float by. She began to fantasise about how the evening might unfold, how long the fun would last, what kind of depravity he would ask of her.

  Why hadn’t she thought of doing this before? All it required was a simple email. Silly girl. Never mind, it was happening now. Just when she needed it.

  The walk home, traipsing and slipping through the snow and ice nearly dampened her ardour, but not quite. Even the soaking wet shoes that were almost ruined didn’t annoy her as much as they normally would.

  A quick change into something loose fitting and sexy, then a long relaxing mooch on the couch gave her the chance to wallow in the anticipation. It was so tempting to give in to the arousal and have a play, but teasing herself and letting the frustration build would just make the final release even more sweet.

  The doorbell rang.

  Sheena felt her brow furrow in confusion, and she slowly climbed to her feet and padded down the thick carpet of the hallway. A quick peek through the peephole answered her question.

  It was Rachael.

  She let her in.

  “Have you seen him yet?”

  “Who?” Sheena asked.

  “The new guy in 3B?”

  “Oh,” they sat down in their usual positions on the couch. “I saw his stuff being manhandled when I left this morning. Why?”

  “Just wondered,” Rachael shrugged, before tying her long blond hair back into a tight ponytail. “Just got home myself, no idea what he’s like.”

  “Cuppa?”

  “Nah thanks. That’s a bit risqué.”

  Rachael meant the silk chemise and matching silk robe. “Everything else is in the wash,” Sheena lied.

  Her neighbour giggled. “I know I need to do a load when I go to work in a bustiere.”

  Sheena examined Rachael’s face as she suddenly began staring out of the window, her mind fixed on something else entirely.

  “You okay?” she asked softly.

  “Hmmm?” Rachael turned back to the room slowly, then shook it away, a false bonhomie firmly back in place. “Anyway, it’s nice to see you dressed up a bit. You should do it more often.”

  “Yeah yeah.”

  “You have great tits. Look at them. Show them off some more.”

  She was on her feet by now and halfway out of the room. Something was bothering her, Sheena knew it, but she also knew not to push the point. Rachael would unburden herself when she was ready. The front door closed with a heavy satisfying click.

  Once again cocooned alone. Only now there was a roaring fire in the hearth and she was on a promise. The flat seemed so much more welcoming like this.

  Time ticked by with an interminable slothfulness.

  Nothing tickled her interest on TV, and it was impossible to concentrate on the smut that was open on her Kindle. Probably best not to wind herself up further anyway.

  Sheena looked up at the clock on the mantel. The moment the minute hand ticked level with the hour, exactly like the clockwork within, the phone rang. She scooped it up eagerly, then let her finger hover over the button for a few more rings.