What a waste – ten fucking years. Don’t get me wrong, in the beginning, the sex was animalistic, the way he took me, my body, my cunt, my mind, and the hair-pulling was electric. I loved being his slut – he owned me. The pounding I received regularly was second to none. Sexual exhaustion was commonplace and believe me I had the stamina for it. Then the sex became superb, then brilliant, then good… Ten years is all it took...

The dentist's surgery was full of seventeen-year-old teenage boys, fifteen or more. Then I remembered it was Doctor Sangey's Wednesday morning surgery. Rumour had it she loves young cum. One lad, in the corner, looked nervous; it must have been his first time. The lad that made a new appointment, the one with cum stains on his trousers, sported an evil grin. I was in for a long wait... “Mister Sangey,” the receptionist pi...

I met him in a pub, we really hit it off. It seemed inevitable he would invite me back to theirs after showing me a picture of his sexy wife. The car journey saw my cock hardening in anticipation. On entering their flat, I met his wife shimmying towards me. She was drop dead gorgeous. Red hair, unblemished white skin draped in black lingerie, voluptuous breasts, and a shining bare pussy that was oozing juice like it could...

Melissa was sifting through her profile on the Fetlife website on her laptop when she received a text message. She was looking over the profile, the one that she didn’t have a password for, even though it detailed everything that she had done in the last few months. She picked up her phone and read the message from her Master in the same cryptic style that she had come to expect. When she questioned the task further, she...

Closing the door, I could sense he was behind me. He could see my slutty dress, ripped at the seam from the rough handling I had received. My lipstick smudged, and mascara running down my face. Turning to face him, I smiled. My gaze eventually left his stern features, slid down his naked torso and rested on his formidable erection. One more wouldn’t hurt – would it? I knelt, grasped it with my hand, brought it level to my...

Melissa started to ignore the Fetlife website after the scare of nearly being caught by her husband. She never realised that the only image that was posted there relating to her last escapade was of her in the shower with her husband. In the image was a closeup of Desmond’s cock. The caption read, getting fucked after she’s had this BBC. Only the naïve would relate that comment to the British Broadcasting Company. Melissa...

That look on her face as she enters the bedroom is a perfect picture. That sexy smile hides everything except what she wants to convey, and he lies there watching her peel off her black dress. Wearing only stockings and suspenders, she crawls onto the bed. His throbbing cock experiences the slightest touch from her passing thigh. Eye contact is never lost. That's the important bit. Her breathing, uneasy and sporadic, and...

Melissa sat in the café waiting for Jenny to arrive. They had decided on a mid-week meeting for a change. A catch-up and a chat. The waitress sidled over to her and she ordered a cappuccino for herself, one herbal tea for Jenny, and a couple of flapjack cookies. Jenny arrived just before the coffee and tea and Melissa stood to hug her before they got down to talking about the weather. The weather was always the ice breake...

Melissa made it to the restaurant on time and sat at their usual table, albeit sixteen hours later than normal. She studied the menu as if it was all new to her, though she wasn’t reading it, she was thinking about the last twenty-four hours between the legs of Juicy. She looked at her phone when it beeped to find that the text was from her husband. His plane had landed and he was on time. Another thirty minutes, he recko...

It had only been two days since Melissa’s last outing when she heard from her so-called Master. It was a text message from a number she didn’t recognise. Obviously, he had changed phones since last week. She had taken to thinking of her master as a ‘he’, she didn’t know why. The message was curt, and yet it said everything it needed to say and it invited a reply, so she dutifully took it upon herself to find out more deta...

Fifteen months of research brought Professor Ferney to the Eastern Andes of Ecuador and a long descent into the Cueva de Los Tayos (Cave of the Oilbirds). Matt’s feet hit the bottom of the rope ladder and the light from his head torch lit the cavern immediately in front of him. It was eerily silent; the only noise was from the constant tap-tapping of water falling onto the rocky surface. It had been a surreal experience....

As soon as Melissa found time, she opened up the Fetlife website and searched for a user called MelissaSucks. She found her and she found the same images that she had been sent in the email. She saw her profile, except she didn’t write it and it wasn’t finished. There were sections ready to be written and she wondered what they would say. The first section was already filled in and she was surprised to see images taken at...

Melissa looked at the paint peeling from the doorframe; her clenched fist tightened as it was about to bang on the wooden door. She checked the number once more. It was number nine and this was Fleetwood Street. She had too many questions running around in her head. Why was she standing here? How had she gotten herself into this situation? Who was behind this? She knew why, of course, but she didn’t understand how she had...

By all accounts it was a normal Saturday evening; they had just finished dinner accompanied by a couple of glasses of wine and had retired to the lounge to watch television. Rebecca sat in the armchair and rested her phone on the side of the chair. It pinged as she did so. Her eyes were struck by the title of the email that filled her soul with uncertainty and the rather long time that it took for the attachment to downlo...

I love voluptuous women. Their rounded hips are a joy to hold, their large fleshy bottoms not only look womanly but are a thrill to handle or to wobble and their thighs are testament to the power that women have over men. Their ample, sexy flesh cradles their delicate sex that needs as much attention as any woman you may know. A voluptuous woman that is perfectly in proportion has more than a handful of breast flesh that...