I was 18 when I discovered boys,Before that, I'd used only toys. Justin was the first for me,On the sofa after tea. I took his cock, gave it a suck,Not ready yet for a proper fuck. I was ready, I wanted to do it,His cock just there, so I blew it. I knew to suck and lick and rub,All along his big meat club. Justin groaned but I didn't know,That into my mouth he was about to blow. He groaned again and then he blew,My mouth,...

It was a stressful 24 hours. It was what I wanted; of course it was what I wanted. But sometimes you just can't have what you want, or rather who you want. Amber. My schoolgirl fantasy; my knicker-showing tease.A date.It was ridiculous how excited and scared I was at the prospect of going on a 'proper' date with Amber. Excited, scared and stressed. And there was something that came naturally when I was any of those things...

Stretching out into our bed, “You’re still here? Thank God,” I said. A sigh, a groan a sexy poke, My fingers moving as you woke. Sunday mornings, they are the best, Stay in bed - but not to rest, Exploring you: I’m heading south, Taking you into my mouth. A suck, a lick that’s all you need, My mouth soon filling with your seed. Another suck, and your cock grew, A hunger, a desire to mate with you. Guiding you into my heat...

There was a young girl with knobbly knees,Who had an orgasm whenever she sneezed.Her name was Rach and she had some fun,When her nose went twitchy, she looked at the sun. Her nasal cavity it itched and it scratched,A tightening below - there was something attached.But her breath just caught as she tipped her head back,She wanted to sneeze but had not the knack. She tried really hard but instead of sneezing,Nothing happene...

A thousand miles of ocean blue,A thousand miles to be with you. A thousand miles to kiss your lips,A thousand miles to hold your hips. A thousand miles to dance all night,A thousand miles to make it right. A thousand miles to hear your laugh,A thousand miles to share your bath. A thousand miles to ease your pain, A thousand miles to drink champagne. A thousand miles to share your bed,A thousand miles your legs to spread....

Sometimes a girl should stand and fight; sometimes she shouldn’t. Sometimes she needs to take a break; needs to drop everything and recover. It’s not running away when you know how to fix yourself. Fifteen hours: two taxis, one flight. A scribbled address. A surprise visit. Late night arrival. A house in darkness. Embarrassment. No alternative. Quiet knocking. A light. No questions. No words. Gentle acceptance. A warm emb...

I hadn’t meant it to be like this with Anthony. I’d been trying to fly under the dating radar, looking to pick-up a man for a few hours of mindless, no-strings-attached sex. I had been determined to have sex like some men do – a physical act without any emotional entanglement. My mind had been filled with a veritable smorgasbord of sex acts that I’d wanted to run through – four months with a guy who can’t find a woman’s c...

Lizzie Harrison arched her back away from the worn leather seat and adjusted her upper arms to apply subtle pressure to her breasts. Satisfied that her cleavage had been enhanced to maximum effect, she called over to Richard. “Magnificent view, isn’t it?” He didn’t respond. Lizzie shouted. Richard jumped. He’d definitely heard her that time but he didn’t even bother to turn round before replying. “Yes, marvelous.” He was...

There once was a young girl called Annie, Who had an extraordinary fanny, When she sang a song, It sang along, Which came as a shock to her granny.***** There once was a young girl called Liz,Who hated the taste of men’s jizz,Her boyfriend was rude,Poor Lizzy, she spewed,So he’ll lick her, but she won’t suck his.***** Jane said, “I am teaching a chum, to take my fist up her bum, With a push and a shove, With my hand in a...

To pretend? Don't think I can, The fallacies of a broken mind, Forbidden fruit, seen with hidden eyes, Courtesies behind the lies, It was not love, it wasn't kind. This marriage: it was all a sham. No mystery; nothing to find, Splinters of a broken life, Sinful thoughts from yesterday, Bear the facts, come what may. A bitter taste, I am his wife. The record book, forced, I signed. A shade of autumn, in the bed, Hope crush...

Did I ever tell you about the young dude,Who met two girls and what then ensued? One girl was a blond, the other, brunette.The bloke couldn't decide which was the best bet.Well…the bloke scratched his head, and his chin and his pants.And he said to himself, 'I’ll be taking a chance,' I should go for the blond - I can see that she's be hot!But how do I know if she’ll like me or not? If I ask her to dance and then she says...

I saw Amber every day at the bus stop that week, but frustratingly, we were never alone. A serious-looking woman spoiled our fun by wandering around the shelter, talking endlessly into her mobile phone while waiting for a car to pick her up. She seemed indifferent to the obvious hatred and frustration rolling off me. Didn’t she know this was my special time with Amber? She could wait for a car anywhere. This bus stop was...

Sarah O’Connor stared down at the display on her bathroom scales, bile rising in her throat as she scanned the figures on the screen. Why had she had that cupcake on Monday night? It must be wrong; she willed it to be wrong. Sarah stepped back, letting the screen clear before tapping the base with her toe to restart the weighing-in process. Cautiously, she set one bare foot and then the other into the soft rubber indents...

This is a confessional by a friend who wants to remain anonymous. The story is hers, but the words chosen to tell it are mostly mine. Her name isn’t Emma, but that’s what I’m going to call her. She’s a grown woman of 27, with a young son and happily separated from the boy’s father. The father is still around and their relationship is much stronger now that they’re not living together, have got some ‘space’ and have stoppe...

I am Pam. I am Pam,Pam I am. That Pam-I-am,That Pam-I-am!I really like that Pam-I-am. Do you like,the taste of cum? I do not like the taste of cum,For me the taste, it is no fun. Would you like it in your mouth? I would not like it in my mouth,I would not like it further south.I do not like the taste of cum,For me the taste, it is no fun. Would you like it on your tits?Would you like it on your bits? I would not like it o...