Fancy a quickie?

My (hopefully temporary) reduction in saucy output means no new release this month, I'm afraid.

Instead, I'll be sharing one of the shorts I wrote for Patreon members when that was still up and running.

I'm also giving my usual recommendations and freebies at the end of the newsletter, so take that frown off your face!

Showing my ex what he's missing

I was always super self-conscious about my breasts.

I know many women are perfectly happy to be flat-chested, but it's something that always bothered me. Throughout puberty, I was hoping I'd be a late-bloomer and that my tiny little buds would blossom into heavy handfuls.

But alas, it never happened. I headed into adult life barely able to fill an A-cup.

I made myself a promise to rectify that one day – once I had saved up enough. I'd visit a top surgeon and give myself the hourglass figure I'd always dreamed of having.

And I'd do it for ME – not for any man who might have knocked my confidence further.

That's one of the reasons I never told boyfriends about my plans. I wanted to keep it a secret from them because – frankly – it wasn't their place to tell me what I should or shouldn't do to my own body.

And besides, they should accept me both for who I WAS and for who I wanted to BE, equally.

So Freddie blew it when he cheated on me, just weeks before I had met my savings target and was about to tell him my plans. And that he cheated on me with my busty friend Charlotte? And that he BLAMED his infidelity on her curvy charms?!

It cemented in my mind that I DEFINITELY wanted the surgery.

And that I DEFINITELY didn't want him to benefit!

I dumped that jerk in an instant, despite his pleas for a second chance! Lucky escape, I guess...

Still, I couldn't help myself when I saw him at the same spa hotel I was staying at several years later. I was there for a few days for a corporate thing, and he seemed to be there with his current partner (thankfully not Charlotte!).

He didn't clock me when I first saw him in reception. He didn't notice me when I sat behind him at breakfast. And he certainly didn't realise that he had given me a perfect opportunity to show him what he could have had if only he had stayed faithful.

He told his wife he was going to do some laps and then use the sauna if she wanted to join him, and she declined. Apparently exhausting herself in the pool wasn't her thing.

The plan formed in my mind almost immediately.

In the time it took for him to do his aquatic workout, I'd have plenty of time to prepare myself and await his eventual appearance in the small, communal sauna.

I made myself as modest as possible, not least because there were a couple other visitors before Freddie showed up. I wrapped myself in a large, thick cotton towel, only allowing more of my skin to be naked against the hot moist air when I was alone. Whenever I saw movement outside, I quickly wrapped myself up again, covering up everything from my arm pits down to my knees.

It was torture when I was just protecting my modesty from a stranger – so HOT in there! – but I wasn't one for giving curious folk an eyeful. Not unless they had cheated on me on account of my previously-flat chest, that is.

When Freddie walked in, it took him a moment to comprehend who I was. But the blood draining from his face a few seconds later made it clear the cogs had sufficiently turned.

"Oh my God, of all the places?" I squealed. "Come on in, Freddie. Let's catch up!"

I patted the wooden slatted bench next to where I had planted myself and watched him as he hesitantly sat next to me, not quite sure if he was doing the right thing. He was dressed in those horrid tiny Speedos he liked to wear for swimming, and had a small towel rolled up and over his shoulders. He still had a trim body.

"Hi Mary," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

His wavering voice made it clear he was a little more nervous and uncertain than his demeanour suggested. And those darting eyes... right away he could tell something was different about me.

"How have you been? Married with kids yet?" I sang, ignoring his awkwardness.

"Er, married. No kids," he said. "You?"

"Still single," I sighed. "But enjoying it."

After a little smalltalk, I paused a while, seeing if he would take the opportunity to offer an apology of some sort for how he precipitated our break-up all those years ago. He didn't. So I jogged his memory.

"Do you remember why we broke up?" I said, as non-threateningly as possible so as not to scare him off.

"Of course I do," he said, sounding genuinely remorseful. "And I've always regretted it. Honestly, it was such a stupid thing that happened with Charley. I don't know why I did it!"

"Really?" I smirked. "Because you seemed to imply it was something to do with her having bigger tits than me!"

He went red with embarrassment, his awkwardness confirming my assertion.

"I guess I was pretty flat-chested back then," I mused. "Still. Not a great excuse, is it Freddie?"

I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow before sniggering to make it clear I was teasing him more than chastising him.

He looked sheepish, but relieved that I seemed to be ribbing him rather than being genuinely upset. It was only after relaxing a little that he pondered my use of past tense.

"So... are you not as flat-chested anymore?"

That was the perfect moment to do what this whole engineered meeting had been leading up to. Looking right at him, so I could scrutinise each and every reaction, and opened my towel and revealed my naked body to him.

Let me be clear: that surgeon I hired had done amazing work.

It's not just that my boobs were now a perfect size and heft, or that they were shaped so delightfully.

It's that they looked so natural.

These weren't silicone beachballs jutting out from my chest, but rather soft, sensual teardrops of flesh that still enjoyed the subtle pull of gravity as they proudly protruded. My areola were small and pink and my nipples proud and forward-pointing. Even my surgeon had commented how happy he was when they healed up, and how their delightful hang had hidden the scars.

My girlfriends would always comment jealously at how magnificent they looked. And boyfriends would marvel at how realistic they felt in their hands and mouths.

They were, in short, spectacular. And Freddy's incredulous expression as his jaw dropped and his eyes widened was yet another confirmatory example of appreciation.

"Wha... When... How...?"

He was tripping over his words, unable to tear his eyes away from my assets.

"Oh I had them done not long after we split up. I had been saving up for ages. I was going to tell you but then you went and screwed Charlotte, so... That ship sailed. What do you think? Do you like them?"

I lifted them up in my hands, almost presenting them to him. He quickly moved his towel from his shoulders to his lap – no doubt to disguise a physiological reaction to my bare chest.

"Um... They look great. They're amazing."

"Yeah, I think so," I sighed, running my fingertips over my nipples to fluff them up and make them stiff. "They feel so natural too..."

He reached a hand towards them.

"Can I?" he tentatively asked, looking for permission to touch my tits.

"No you fucking can't," I snapped, slapping his hand away. "You had your chance. You blew it."

He looked mortified; but not enough to stop looking. He even put a hand under his towel, no doubt to give his forming erection some attention.

"You know, the great thing is they stayed just as sensitive?" I continued, tracing my fingers over the surface of the breast closest to him. "You remember how my nipples were really receptive? I could almost make myself cum when you sucked them, couldn't I? Well, it's still the same when a guy plays with them; it really gets me off. And, of course, I can put a hard cock between them now and give the lucky guy a titty fuck. Once, I even came the same time he did as he slid his cock between them. And I love it when guys cum over them..."

He audibly gulped. More movement underneath that towel of his.

"Yeah?" he croaked.

"Yeah. They're really soft too," I said, cupping and lifting them to juggle them in my hands. "I think that's what I like about them the best; the way they jiggle and swing when I'm being pounded."

I removed my hands and let my heavy assets fall and bounce briefly, before encouraging them to flail around a little more with a quick chest shimmy.

"Why are you telling me all this?" he said after a plaintive grunt.

"Because I wanted you to know that you broke my heart, Freddy. And you made me feel worthless. And if you had just been a decent guy – a faithful guy – then you could have had these all to yourself. And I have got so dirty since these brought my confidence back. The things I let men do to me these days... It'd make your head spin. And your cock much harder than I'm guessing it is right now."

He pulled aside his towel to reveal the erection poking out the side of his little swimming trunks before pulling damp fabric aside to reveal the extent of his arousal. If it was an attempt to tempt me then it was a misguided one; I'd seen many more cocks since my time with him, and the majority were much bigger.

"Can I please touch them? he groaned, almost pleading.

"No!" I said. "But I don't mind you looking; seeing what you could have had. You can even jerk off, if you like. I don't mind."

That last part was a bit of a risk. I had no idea if the timings would work out, or even if the last part of my plan – an optional bonus – would pan out. Watching him almost pass out from the combination of heat, masturbatory exertion and bitter regret would have been enough.

But as it turns out, it couldn't have gone better!

Because mere moments after I reclined, and he began to stroke his hard cock whilst ogling me, his wife opened the sauna door.

I had asked reception to leave a message for her, you see – asking her to meet Freddy in the sauna after he had finished his laps in the pool. And Freddy didn't have time to hide what he was doing or stow his tackle. I was happy to remain naked.

"It's ok, I didn't let him touch me," I simpered to his furious-looking partner. "Although he did ask to touch my tits twice!"

I got up, wrapped the towel around myself, and left them to what I hoped would be the most awkward conversation of his life!

Get to work on 'The Firm'

My latest series is out now!!

What's this one about again?

The mysterious 'Desper & Madely' is a secretive corporation where employees have to sign cast-iron NDAs just to interview. Why? Because this company headhunts workers with exceptionally high libidos who perform best when incentivised in the sauciest way...

Tell me more...

Hey, I'm not going to expose all of the company's secrets here, am I? But let me give you a taster by saying that senior staff have carte blanche to take out their sexual frustrations on the more junior personnel within their department. With their permission - of course. But those young interns are SO eager to please...

Doesn't that remove any incentive to work hard?

Well, it's the members of staff that you're not usually allowed to fraternise with that hold the greatest appeal. And when senior management go out of their way to make fantasies come true – for those that meet their targets, of course – then the desire to over-perform well and truly kicks in.

Some picks from my back catalogue

Maybe you're new to my work or there are some stories that have passed you by. Check out some handpicked recommendations below...

My entire catalogue of titles can be found here.

Some saucy recommendations

I'll let the covers do the talking this month... 😍

Show me the freebies!!

Did you scroll straight down to these?! Shame on you! But fair enough... all this smut IS free after all...

And don't forget this bonus collection of smut! A huge number of free titles collected here – check it out for some stories you may have missed!

That's all folks!

I may have to skip the mid-month newsletter, but rest assured I am working hard to get the next chapter of Firm ready ASAP!

Until then...

Stay kinky xxx