It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnChapter One: The Theatre Company Managernn'Shit!' Emma swore out loud to herself. She had left the new contract file on her desk at the flat. A file she would need with her in Cambridge. There! That's what comes of letting Rick have an early morning farewell fuck, instead of getting out of bed, she thought, stuffing her arms hurriedly into her coat.nnThat self-indulgence had delayed her. It meant that she'd had to rush round to get herself ready and pack her case. Still, when she recalled the exquisite pleasure of his Romeo deep inside her Juliet - goodness, she thought, the silly names we give to things - and the satisfying orgasmic relief, she reckoned it was worth the delay. After all, the journey was only about ninety miles so, providing there were no hold ups on the way, she would still get there in good time to meet Jake Castle and his agent by lunch time. And her flat was only a short walk away.nnShe snatched up her diary and her pen, dropped them into her bag, grabbed her brief case and hurried out of her office, calling to the secretary as she left that she was, finally, on her way. nn'I'll phone in tomorrow and check out with you. Don't forget that message for Douglas.' nn'OK! Have fun!' came from inside the other office.nn'I'll try,' she called, hurrying out of the door.

"The smell of your skin lingers on me now. Again I let you slip away back to your hometown without so much as a kiss on the cheek. I hope you know how much I need to talk to you. I'm crying right now and I can't stop. I saw you looking at me during the gathering yesterday. Can we talk?"nnCLICKnn Eve sent the email and instantly started to freak out. She could see the family scorn, the headlines in the paper. She could smell the stale jail cell and hear the ridicule of her friends and neighbors. Her life was probably over but there was nothing else she could do. nnFairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?nn Eve was head over heels in love and lust with her Uncle Seth. He was so sexy with his salt and pepper hair and tattoos. He boasted about how he worked out at the gym four days a week and at forty, he was in better shape than most of the boys her age. nnUncle Seth was funny and kind and always had fatherly advice for Eve. She could always count on him and always enjoyed the family gatherings and holidays, when she could talk and share her life with him. She guessed that she had always loved and admired him but after graduating from high school her feelings had intensified to the extent that her life was nothing but darkness ahead without him. She knew that they were meant to be together but did he? Could she convince him?nnAs Eve got older she had blossomed into a beautiful woman and had inherited her mother's full bosom and thick curly hair.

The interior of the space station might have been filled with electronic beeps and bleeps; instead, the last notes of a Vivaldi composition for two mandolins died away as Petal put her head into the control room. nn"Quiet shift?" she said, as she swung through the hatchway. On the other side of the control room, Arky Del opened one eye and gave a satisfied nod. Arky had had enough excitement in her life in the last year and gave thanks each time nothing unusual took place on her shift. Petal Smith, however, was still new to interstellar travel and was always looking for something dramatic to happen. nn"All systems running in the green," said Arky smugly. "Not a malfunction or a warning light to be seen." She stood up and stretched like a cat that's just decided to go out to the kitchen for a saucer of milk before its next nap. Mental attitude wasn't the only difference between the two young women: Arky's fair hair was cropped short and her slim figure was almost boyish, whereas Petal had a bob of red hair above her forever-twinkling green eyes and her young body was still inclined to wobble in interesting places whenever she moved faster than a dignified stroll. nnPetal slipped into the duty officer's chair and ran her eye over the panel. Just as Arky said - completely normal. Arky was watching her and said dryly "Try not to have any galaxy-class emergencies before you sign off. It might hold up your trip to the surface tomorrow." nn"Mmmmm, I can't wait," sighed Petal. "It's only the third time I've been down to an extra-solar planet. Maybe I'll meet some dashing extra-terrestrial Romeo."nn"Don't forget these guys are aliens!" cautioned Arky. "You might not want anything to do with them in a romantic sense.

It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnChapter Four : The Host's TalennEmma and Jake shared a table with Julie and Robert, finding them entertaining company, enjoying an excellent meal with a cool bottle of Pouily Fuisse with the fish, and a smooth vintage beaujolais with the pheasant. Noticing Emma looking at the photographs on the walls, Robert explained that they were studies by Bill.nn'We display erotic pictures of explicit sex for our guests, to stimulate discussion and put them into the mood for an uninhibited week-end. And it looks as though Susan's already lost hers 'nnSusan had broken into a loud, coarse laugh. The others turned to watch as she dipped her hand down the top of her dress, hooked the palm of her left hand under her right breast, and heaved it free from her gown, tipped with a hard, thimble-shaped nipple. 'How about that, then?' she asked.nn'Beautiful darling ' Martin cried, 'absolutely superb ' Susan bent over her goblet of red wine, dipping the nipple in the ruby liquid before offering it to Martin.nn'Have a taste.'nnHe promptly leaned over to take the dripping nipple between his lips. To Emma's surprise, the beautiful, sophisticated Delia, sitting opposite Susan, who had been the one to badger her into this display, laughed gaily.nn'Here, George What do you think of this, then?' she asked. She hoisted a large milky-white breast from the top of her gown. 'They're far more sumptuous than Susan's, don't you think?'nnGeorge peered closely at the proffered breast. 'Stand up the two of you, and let's have a proper look.'nnGeorge and Martin helped the ladies out of their chairs.