Free Alphabetical Orders by Amelie Page B

the baby straight on her chest after he’d been born. It was beautiful.
    The other lady had no problems. She lay in the birthing pool just as if she were in a Jacuzzi on a cruise ship. Her tee shirt was tight and wet and her nipples shouted out through the fabric. When the time came, she just opened her legs and pushed and dug her nails into her husband’s hand. The head came out and the baby just sat there for a while. I started to panic. Didn’t they know the baby couldn’t breathe underwater? As it turned out, it’s OK. The baby doesn’t breathe until it comes out into the air.
    It was lovely.
    I was all ready to tell Simon that I definitely wanted a baby of my own when he came over.
    He didn’t speak.
    Instead he took my hand and pulled me up. He took me over to the middle of the room and ushered me down to the floor. I knelt down and he moved behind me, pushing me off balance ever so gently so that I had to hold on to the coffee table.
    I felt his hands on my hips pulling at my skirt. It didn’t budge. I went to help him with the catch, but he’d already given up. 
    He reached up and pulled my panties down to my knees.
    I heard him unbuckle his belt. The sense of anticipation was unbelievable. I wanted him like never before. My pussy throbbed for him and needed something to squeeze.
    His zip came down next and within a moment he was there inside me.
    I heard myself moan as I thrust into him. I pushed hard off the coffee table and drove hard.
    He was lunging like a warrior into me, hard and fast.
    He was panting and swearing under his breath. “Fuck,” he kept saying. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
    “Harder,” I told him. “Faster.” And he did.
    The pleasure built up inside me until I couldn’t bear it any longer. I needed release. I reached down and put my finger on my clit. I didn’t even need to rub. My orgasm exploded through me like an earthquake. I got a second wave when I felt the heat of my man burst into me. We shuddered together for a good few seconds before he collapsed on top of me.
    “I don’t know what came over me,” he told me later. “All those spread legs and that girl screaming like she was having great sex and I just needed to screw.”
    I didn’t care what it was. It was extraordinary.
    “This way,” he said, “you can have all the pleasure without having to change nappies and lose the shape of those beautiful tits of yours.”
    I guess I can see where he’s coming from.
    We’re still talking about it of course. If I had my way, we’d discuss it weekly after the latest episode of One Born. He doesn’t come down to watch it with me anymore. That’s a shame. For me, it remains the hottest show on the box.

D is for Dawn
    I never imagined what it might be like to make love outside. I was a student and I was out with a bunch of friends. It started with dinner and a drink, we went to a club and when we came out none of us wanted to go home.
    As far as I can remember, there were six of us.
    Rupert and Liz were an item. Those two had been together since the first term. Nobody thought it would last, but they ended up getting married and having kids. Last I heard they were living on the coast and studying turtles. I loved those guys. Liz was always so easy to talk to. Rupert was always the real gentleman, holding doors and holding your coat for you to slip your arms into. He wasn’t much to look at though. His teeth seemed too big for his mouth and his hair looked like it had been cut by his mum.
    Joolz was lovely. She lived across the hall from me and was always up for a laugh. That girl had had more men than lectures, but that wasn’t difficult – she spent more of her time studying the opposite sex than her she did for her physics degree.
    Ravi looked like a god. His Sri Lankan skin had been blessed with the perfect colour and his smile could warm a room. He was wearing a summer jacket and a light cotton shirt that night, with a pair of white flared trousers and a pair of strappy