All my life’s a circuit – Preface This story just exploded into my head at 1.30 in the morning after a walk down the landing (you older guys know what I mean) and the glowing sockets in the wall got my brain working. It’s a long one 12,000 plus words (especially for the female readers who like a story that develops a relationship) in order to write something more than a “quick fuck” story. For those of you who want to cut...

“Ryanair flight Foxtrot Romeo five-one-four you are cleared to land runway one seven over.” The Boeing 737 that had taken off from Stansted curved onto the final approach, the pilot engaged another 20 degrees of flap and the undercarriage lowered with a hum and a clunk Three greens lights lit up on the panel in front of the pilot to indicate the wheels were down and locked and at just after ten to four in the afternoon th...

I had first met Jana in a hotel in East London, she had posed for me and we had enjoyed an interactive oral pleasuring session that had ended with me filling her mouth with my spunk. On that occasion she had swallowed almost my entire load so I had been unable to have pictures of her dribbling my jizz out of her mouth, the second shoot would put that to situation to rights.I pulled up outside her flat in North London; it...

I was toying with the idea of getting a tattoo, not one of those full arm jobs that seem popular with merchant sailors and hairy bikers but something discreet, somewhere discreet, if you know what I mean. I had mentioned it to my girlfriend and she didn’t object to the idea and so it was one Thursday afternoon that I pushed open the door of the tattoo parlour and walked nervously up to the empty counter. I heard a female...

I am, by profession, a photographer. Sadly it’s not how I earn my living now, the demand for high quality images that once graced the pages of magazines like Mayfair and Playboy have been replaced by the tidal wave of low quality images that swill around the internet and I am forced to earn a meagre wage by other, less creative, means. I still like to keep my photographic skills finely honed however and it was just over a...

Breakfast with Tiffany (Part 2) I awoke with a start and looked to the bedside table where the hotel had placed a digital alarm clock with green glowing numbers. 5:59 and I needed the bathroom. The room was completely dark and I swung my legs off the bed and, remembering the layout of my room headed for the bathroom sporting a piss proud cock. I hit the wall with a bang. “Fuck!” I said. “What the hell?” An energy saving l...

Breakfast with Tiffany (Part 1) The nature of my work required me to travel. When I was younger the novelty of travelling, and being paid for it, was exciting and had a certain holiday feel about it but now it was just boring and I longed to get home and get back to the routine of a home life. I was on the second day of a three-day trip to Amsterdam and I had decided to avoid the obvious tourist attractions of the red lig...