The week leading to Friday dragged, and every time I set eyes on Rebecca in the morning made it worse. I don’t know how many times I masturbated in the evenings but it was unhealthy for a forty-two-year-old man. All I could see when I lay down on the bed was a writhing teenager ploughing her pussy with her fingers and bringing herself off. At least, the day had finally arrived and I ate my evening meal at seven at the gar...

Summer evenings are just wonderful when the breeze is low and there is still warmth in the air. The dark blue skies mould themselves into dusk and the gentle rustle of the Acer branches and leaves above my head and the smell of the freshly watered fern beds is very relaxing. With only my shorts on, I’m more than comfortable sitting and drinking in the near silence of nature. A spider grabs my attention in the bushes. It’s...

Wimbledon. A district and town of South West London, but the first thing you get when you look it up on the internet is the tennis results. Wimbledon is the home of the Lawn Tennis Association and hosts one of the most prestigious tennis tournaments in the world. The internet contains abundant footage of top-class tennis players, umpires, line judges and ball boys and girls, all captured on high definition. What it doesn’...

It’s called the Lush3, a remote vibrating internet-controlled toy. She said she’d wear it all day, told me to download the App and gave me her login details. I’m connected. You should see the lascivious grin on my face. She’s over seven thousand miles away. I don’t even know what time it is there, whether she’s in a late boardroom meeting or an early evening restaurant with her husband or the car or bus. I’m in control of...

Of course, the burning question on my lips when you sent me those pictures were... Did you cum? Did you reach the point where you discarded the camera, pushed it to one side of the bed and brought yourself off? Panting on your bed with your fingers in your sticky little honey pot, arching your back, pressing your head into the pillows, biting your lip until you moaned out loud. Did you climax? Did you use my name or his?...

Sandie, my neighbour’s daughter, nodded attentively while I described which bonsai plants needed careful watering. I was taken aback when she bent down to admire the Ginkgo. Her skirt rose, her puffy lips stared me out. She turned to smile, “nice, isn’t it?” I nodded, open mouthed, and before I knew it, my married hand was on her pert bottom and my fingers scissored deeply in her sodden cunt. She held tightly onto the tre...

Taking a deep breath, I let myself in with a roguish smile breaking out on my face. Once inside, I know the drill: slip the key and twist a half-turn into the keyhole - little assurance. I rush upstairs and look around the room, a loud sigh escaping my lips. Here I am again! It’s not like it’s an alien landscape because I’ve spent a lot of time in my sister’s flat lately (thank you pandemic). Given that she’s an essential...

He’d watched something on the TV, I could tell. He placed a blanket on the floor, stripped me naked and sprinkled cornflour all over my body. His hands glided over me, effortless and frictionless as he massaged my breasts and body. Until… Crevices were explored, fingers got wet and before we knew it, the massage was dough like with the consistency of glue that stuck to his cock like a whore’s mouth on heat. We giggled ent...

The Bear on the Hill is one of my regular drinking establishments on a Friday evening. I seemed to have reserved this place in the corner consisting of a couple of chairs, a table that’s just high enough to sit under and a wonderful view of the bar. It’s slightly set down by a small step, and it’s where I go to be me. My name’s Carol. My other name is Carl, but when I go out to The Bear, I always dress as Carol. The clien...

  It all started when I met her through a contact site. You know that moment when you see someone across a crowded room and you know. In this case, it was a picture in a crowded monitor of thumbnails and I was instantly in lust. Several things drew me to her, the dark hair made her stand out a little from all the blonde women, the dark brown eyes engaged with you but it was her smile that held your attention and made you...

Mathew had always admired Vicar John ever since he was a teenager in the church choir. In fact, he was more of a father than a friend or confidant, and now, at twenty-one years of age, he found himself at the dinner table being told, in no uncertain terms, to call him just John. It felt strange for him to drop the vicar term because it had been so ingrained in him. Janice, the vicar’s wife, sat opposite him as the aroma o...

Melissa was ready by six o’clock, as instructed by her husband. The note he left her said to dress smartly, so she wore her sexiest dress that clung to her body as if were painted on. Matt arrived at their house late. “I need to shower then I’ll be with you,” he said. His hand cupped the back of Melissa’s head and he dropped a tender kiss on her forehead. From his briefcase, he retrieved a hand-written note and handed it...

With the tightness of the knot came darkness: her breathing, ragged; her mind, wandering aimlessly. She shivered from the cold against her neck followed by the warmth of a tongue as it followed the melting water that pooled in her clavicular well. The chaotic ice-cold rivulets twisted and danced around goosebumps that erupted over her skin before rushing to drip from the swell of her breasts. Her nipples froze from the dw...