Your head's spinning. The interrogation, rapid and intense as soon as you're through the front door. What's that smell? That taste on your lips? Your sticky fingers? He's caught you out. "I was horny on the train home, I had to." A poor excuse. But it wasn't you, was it? It was her fingers in your pussy, she did it, didn't she? And it's not your juices on your fingers, is it? You remember it all too well, the kisses, the...

Annie and I were seventeen. She was a few months older than I. We are the best of friends, and we share everything, even our deepest secrets, except one. I had dropped enough hints over the last few months and was beside myself, not knowing how to proceed. I masturbated frequently to pictures of her that I had on my phone. Some of them were stolen from the girls' gymnasium changing rooms. I wasn’t proud of doing that, but...

My name is Martha; I’m just a little over seventeen and have a fascination with cameras, especially CCTV cameras. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist at heart and developed this fetish, for want of a better word, when I was sixteen. For some reason, unlike other girls of my age, my breasts didn’t stop growing. They only seemed satisfied when the buttons of every shirt I possessed were close to busting. Of course, their size foc...

My girlfriend, Lesley, and I had always been friends with Pamela, and she became one of Lesley’s closest friends over time. Lesley and I used to have fun with other couples, and Pamela was aware of our playing around. We knew there was more to our friendliness than any of us would let on, but in all types of relationships like these, it is harder to pursue those sexual innuendoes in case the friendship is ruined. This is...

Time. One word, four letters, an enigma and a conundrum. Something that you either never contemplate or allow it to blow your mind trying. There are so many books on the subject telling you that you cannot do this or that, that you cannot travel in time. There are just too many controversial theories of time and space. But not for Isabella. She understands it. She was born understanding it. It’s second nature to her, just...

“What do you love the most?” I thought I had asked the most innocuous question at a work party. My boss’ wife leaned closer to me, “a nice-hard-cock, in my cunt,” she whispered. Her elegance, dress sense and social standing didn’t fit with that phrase. “Have I shocked you?” “N...n...no,” I stuttered. “Good," she replied, taking my hand. We entered a spare room. I was shocked when I set eyes on her bright-blue crystal butt...

Helen turned the corner onto Market Street, the clip-clop footfalls of her heels falling silent as she stopped and stared at the open door of the Jolly Farmer public house. Her hands shook. She blew out a long breath before licking her lips. Boisterous laughter came from people who were leaving the pub, though it wasn’t at all late in the evening. A loud shriek came from one woman who had just felt a man’s hand on her ars...

I let Melissa slump forward onto the bed, releasing my grip on her hair. Our breathing is erratic and heavy. Her whole body is still shaking from the intense orgasm that is rippling through her. Spunk oozes out of her pussy as I let her fall, my cock spent, my balls empty, my mind still reeling from her filthy words as she urged me to fuck her harder, deeper, without remorse. I owned her body like a possessed animal, and...

"Yes, just like that, fuck me hard," she told me. Fifteen minutes earlier, we were sipping our drinks at the bar of the Passage House Hotel. I put my room key on the table. "If you pick it up," I said, "you take your dress off and wait, kneeling on the edge of the bed." Her pensive, yet stern look pierced my resolve. I had opened my mouth to speak when her married hand dashed forward. Picking up the keys, she stood, turne...

Mary broke the kiss as I pulled her top over her head. I squeezed her breasts, bit her nipples and guided her towards the bed. "Teel my fits," she said, followed by, "And nite my bipples." What were bipples? And how do you perform niting, and teeling? "Pick my lussy," she added. "Pick your what?" I questioned. I moaned when her finger entered my ass. "Puck my fussy," she pleaded. "What language are you speaking?" I asked....

Matt crept into the house with Beth in tow, her giggling suppressed with his hand over her mouth. He ripped her knickers to the floor as they climbed the stairs. She only just made it to the edge of the bed when his cock entered her. All the filth he said he'd do to her was coming true. Her hair was gathered, head and back forming a perfect arch while his cock fucked hard into her accommodating hole. He turned his head at...

I’m alone, sitting on a beach with the most glorious golden sands looking out to sea. The tide is calm and slowly trickling into the bay. The water is a Mediterranean greeny-blue colour that is inviting me to swim in it, except I know it’s cold. The breeze on my skin is tickling every part of me. There’s something about this place that my skin cannot ignore, and my mind wants to explore further. I have a dreamy feeling wh...

His hand slid into her panties to a chorus of moans. "Fuck, you are sopping wet," he said, "Why is that?" "It's because you haven't let me cum in five days, Master." "Has it really been that long?" He chided her. Matt pushed her over the arm of the sofa, lowered her knickers and aimed for her sodden slit. "Are you sure you want this?" Without waiting, he fucked her, and when on the cusp of her orgasm, he pulled out and sp...

“Look at me,” I said to Angela. She raised her head to look into my eyes, her hands by her side, her feet together and her shoulders square and firm. The rhythm of her heavy breasts rising and falling was mesmerising. “I want you to think of these three statements.” She nodded, lips quivering. I could see a degree of trepidation spread over her body disguised as goosebumps. “Sucking cock: I won’t be cumming down your thro...

Cold water swimming in a marine lake is not as innocent as one expects. It's not the fluorescent jellyfish one needs to be scared of, or the bioluminescent algae that skirts the walls of the lake. Yet Melissa, eyes wide, is determined. She's heard stories. She swims one length of the lake and nothing, but the return journey rewards her determination. A pressure to her vagina, then her anus. A flurry of tentacles arrest he...