A million butterflies flap their wings,A million wasps bare their stings. In the dead of night, heart exploding,Your voice a whisper – dreams encoding. I hear your voice, ‘tho’ ‘tis not there,I know you died – it was not fair. To this empty bed, I’m resigned,Soothing sounds – you’re in my mind. My breathing now becomes erratic,You’re in my arms and I’m ecstatic. Only now, in the dead of night,Do we share this love, having...

It felt weird to be creeping around my office on Saturday morning. The empty building was a bit spooky – like being in one those post apocalypse zombie films that my boyfriend loves so much. I was glad that I had brought him inside to protect me – at least I had been until he decided to sneak up on me after poking around one of the displays. “Don’t do that!” I scolded, slapping him hard on the chest. He’d taken me out str...

“Please stop!” I think the words. I scream them. But as they’re only in my head, you can’t hear them. And as I can’t quite bring myself to say them, you don’t stop. I’ve never let a guy go down on me; it’s way too embarrassing. I mean licking my bits? Why would I want someone to do that? It’s so personal; too personal. God, it makes me feel vulnerable when someone uses their fingers down there. No way would I let them… “O...

Sin is not found in temptation, Neither in a girl's flirtation. A wistful look across a station?A sexy thought in gestation. Eyes meeting with fascination,Hearts flutter - fibrillation. Walking quickly, no deviation,Come together - gravitation. Words exchanged - explanation,Suddenly an expectation! Knickers wet - condensation,End of sexual deprivation. Hands wandering - elongation,Between her legs, lubrication. Mutual ple...

Dear heart, I beg you, please stop beating,How can I love him, after cheating? Please forget his tender kiss,Where once was love, please abyss? Dear heart, forget him – he caused this aching,So fragile now - the nights of waking.He was not true, he chose to share,All my love – he did not care. Dear heart, I know you’ll never heal,No other man allowed to steal.Never will you love again,Broken, dying, passion, pain. Dear he...

It was funny being back in my old school, especially given that it was a Thursday evening. There was a dead feeling to the building, which wasn’t surprising as there were only twenty adults in the place, rather than 500 screaming kids. This was a school where I had only been a pupil, rather than a teacher. Things had been much simpler when I’d been a pupil. Life had been happy and carefree. I’d been lucky enough to have a...

There was something missing in my life. “What’s that, Blaine?” “Oh nothing. I was just thinking that there’s something missing in my life.” “Well there’s something missing in my life and that’s my 500.” “500? I thought we’d agreed on 250?” “Yeah. But that was before you did that thing with my ass. I won’t be able to have anal for a while, and you being such a reasonable kind of guy.” Millie gave me a lopsided grin to acco...

I was quietly wandering around my neighbour’s room again. Justine’s parents were away from Christmas until well into the New Year. They were rich enough to be able to do things like that. Justine wasn’t away – but she was at work, which gave me time enough to do the things that I loved to do; the things that I needed to do. I had a new sexual habit which meant I needed everybody out of that house. I wanted to indulge myse...

Keeping things fresh after 10 years of marriage is difficult. It was a fact that our sex life had been on the wane for quite a while before Amy came along, Amy being my husband’s 23 year-old girlfriend. I must admit that I laughed in his face and told him that he must be delusional when he claimed that our beautiful blonde neighbour had propositioned him for sex; the sudden spark we found in the bedroom meant I had played...

It didn’t feel like Monday morning but that was what Linda Woodhead’s bedside clock was telling her. Linda hated Monday mornings. It always seemed so rude to be dragged out of bed by her alarm after two days of blissful lie-ins. But this Monday morning was different, which was the cause of Linda’s confusion. She was awake and felt energised. Even though her alarm wasn’t scheduled to go off for another 23 minutes, she simp...

Have you ever had a sinking feeling? The worst sinking feeling I can remember is when I came into my bedroom and found that my laptop was missing. Not stolen – that would have been better; my fear was that it had been borrowed.The reason that it bothered me so much was that I had been rather indiscreet. That laptop was my best friend when it came to relieving my sexual lust. I was shy, particularly around girls and it see...

Rose was her name; my next door neighbour. She’d been friends with my parents and had even come over to our house during the summer to enjoy our pool. I’d seen her in her bikini – all bouncing boobs and smooth, tanned skin. To my eighteen-year-old eyes, she was a goddess. They’d been good friends, the three of them,; often spending summer nights drinking and talking and laughing out in the garden. That was before she had...

She pushes back, and then again,Taking inches but not quite ten. Then she seems to have a thought:Thirty girls that should be taught. “Girls gather round, come have a look,Come and see how you should fuck.” Scraping chairs, muffled words,Surrounded by some thirty birds. “Concentrate, oh girls you must,See how he does it, as discussed.” I do my best as they watch on,But soon I groan and shoot my cum. Teacher trembles, moan...

Teacher down on hand and knee,Wiping up my spunk, you see. Riding up, her little skirt,Then her winking, the little flirt. Lisa’s pussy t’was all forgotten,Look right there - teacher’s bottom! Could I do it, in front of class?Or would I sadly, have to pass. Teacher gave a little sign,To let me know that she was mine. The girls all gasped as on my knees,My cock pushed forward, willing to please. A velvet crush as in I push...

Standing there with a wilting cock There were thirty faces taking stock. Not a sound within that place, With my teacher - second base! She was looking somewhat flustered, What to do with my cum custard? Then, as if not bad enough, I caught a glimpse of Lisa’s muff. Her legs were spread, her skirt a belt, I wondered how it would have felt… Her knickers, they were pulled aside, And a finger, she’d pushed inside. As soon as...