Her body looked so pale. The contrast between her skin and mine couldn’t have been more striking. She watched me undress as item by item slipped to the floor. I don’t think she ever saw the knowing grin on my face so heavy were her eyelids as the pleasure pulsed through her body. I looked her in the eyes as I prised down my pants but she was not looking back at me. Her eyes were fixed on the length of muscle that lay betw...

Well here it was, a present from Sprite. She did say it was unusual but I never thought for one moment she would buy it and send it to me. To be fair, the postage must have cost a fortune; it was a big box. I was looking at the box for ages, rolling it around in my hands and admiring the thin brown paper wrapping and wondered how it never got ripped in the post thereby revealing its contents. Then I opened it. It was a cl...

The thirty seconds doesn’t start with foreplay, nor does it start when your lips slip over the bulbous head of his shiny and erect cock or when you play with his balls and shaft with your tongue; licking and rolling it around in your mouth.  It doesn’t even start when your fist starts pumping his length in the firm knowledge that he is going to give up his seed to you or when you deep-throat him and swallow on his stiffne...

We were just rounding the corner, coming up on the flat face of rock that appeared to have little to no holds at first glance. It was an E4 climb, E for extreme. We had passed many similar climbs that I would have liked to have attempted, but Melissa kept pressing onwards, literally to the point where the path ran out and we were faced with a twenty-foot drop onto the upper reaches of the trees below. “This will do,” she...

I was looking around the platform at London, Paddington for her as soon as I got there, but with only ten minutes to spare I noticed that my train was boarding at platform four. I rushed onto the platform and quickly found coach C, seat sixty-six. I was hoping that she would be on it in seat C sixty-five but it was empty. Worse, it was reserved from Swindon to Bristol Temple Meads where it terminated. It would seem my luc...

She needn't have whispered. She could have just said the words aloud, embarrassing me profusely, causing me to quickly apologise and move seats. I would have had to have accepted the guilt thrust on me by all the other passengers as they stared accusingly at me. But, she whispered. At first, I didn't register anything. I thought she was talking to her phone or something. Then she said it again and I looked up from my book...

The year is 1984, the place is the South Wales coalfields, the problem – a faceoff between the government and the National Union of Mineworkers, and one union leader in particular. The result is a yearlong strike, violent clashes between pickets and police, lack of food for most households that were already on the breadline, family tensions at breaking point leaving women desperate to provide for their families. It was, b...

It started out as a simple thought, and as all thoughts go, this one was pretty far fetched, even for me. My name is Tom Sloane. I’m a scientist, a physicist by education, but I work in renewable energy. It’s been my passion. The last fifteen years of my life have been dedicated to alternative forms of energy creation, and I think we’ve cracked it. I truly do. I run a pretty small business; at the moment it consists of a...

The London underground, have you ever noticed how many CCTV cameras there are? About three to four in what seems like every ten yards. They’re all watching you, or are they? Perhaps not just you, not all the time anyway! And what of the people behind the mask; them, of us and them. Looking from screen to screen, scanning images, as if on automatic control. An AI perhaps, flicking through images looking for particular trai...

Leaving the train, a peck on the cheek,A blush on your face, and a smile that screams - sweet.From behind, the story is clearly at odds,A hand on your bottom gives a succulent squeeze.And an overzealous finger pushing the crease. Up from the escalator, with you in reverse,On one step higher, head buried and perverse.Out on the street, the cavorting continues,Whispers and kisses, touches and feels,Your sexy moves, wide ope...

The email came out of the blue. We hadn't spoken or sent messages or emailed or acknowledged each other's existence in over fifteen years. My ex had obviously thought there was a need to let me know she had been diagnosed with the big ‘C’. I guess I felt sorry for her and so I responded. We entered, into what turned out to be, a fun and exciting email exchange in which I told her I was happily married and she told me all...

Jenny looked upwards at the dilapidated library, now covered in ivy and the drooping branches of trees and creepers that had invaded its space over the years; slowly reclaiming it. With no one to look after these old buildings, they just fell into disuse and rapidly became overgrown. All the windows were cracked and the concrete had weathered and broken apart in places. Nature finds a way, as one famous person once said....

I realised I loved it while dating my third boyfriend. I know, at sixteen and a half, I was on my third. I was no stranger to sex and certainly no stranger to relationships if you can call them that because they only seemed to last a couple of months. I’m not sure whether that was their fault or mine. All I know is, that after my third boyfriend I would naturally find myself shying away from proper, meaningful relationshi...

Call me strange if you like, but my mind reacts to certain things that are not normal. Some people react to visual stimuli, while other people react to sounds. We all, I guess, react to touch and taste. Just the thought brings back memories of that cock I felt last night and how smooth his balls were, how stiff he got and how urgently he needed to fill my eager throat. Which brings me to smell, we don’t use that sense so...