3: Sister Catherine and the Cane."By Jove," thought Reginald Biggs to himself, "Mrs. Pew doesn't half have a backside on her and no mistake." He put on his best smile as the lady in question came up to him with her world-weary husband in tow. The poor sod. Fancy having to service an old battleaxe like that week in and week out. No wonder he looked like he'd seen better days. He was fifty going on seventy.Reginald pressed...

2: Anal Annie and Her Amazing Anus."THE LUBE, MR BAXTER," yelped Annie in alarm, "USE MORE LUBE!!"The young woman grabbed the white pillow at each end, scrunched it up, and buried her grimacing face into it as she felt the man wriggling around above and behind her searching for the plastic bottle of green goo.Good grief. This is ridiculous.  That thing was never going to fit inside her bum no matter how hard they both tri...

1: Bottoms for Hire.Thirty-two Winchester Road sat just off the main bypass heading into the West End of London where small businesses and retailers of all shapes and sizes went about their trade. Today was the 20th of November and a steady drizzle fell from leaden skies as the huddled masses of the grand old city went about their daily routines.Inside number thirty-two, the man and his new client walked into and looked a...

6: Pussy galore.For some reason, the final session of the week with all four of us together was to take place at my bungalow; which wasn't the original plan at all. But, well, things, you know, kind of just ended up happening this way. The distractions of the day had passed and the evening belonged to just our little gang of insatiable sexpots.We had arranged to meet up at six as I had work to finish up and other routine...

5: Angie and Ben.Angie lay on her bed watching as I got dressed. It had gone ten and I was getting ready to head home and get some much-needed rest."What?" I smiled as I looked at her lying there with her chin resting in her hands."Oh, nothing," she replied happily, "It's not every day I can say I watched a man putting his clothes back on in my bedroom. Least not for a few years anyway."I shrugged, feeling slightly self-c...

Tuesday. The day after the day before.Autumn had settled in. Nature was preparing for hibernation and the landscape was cast in strewn shades of burnished copper. The air was crisp this morning as I walked along a gravel path that wound its way through the nearby woods. I stood for a moment and breathed deeply of its freshness as I thought back on the previous forty-eight hours that had changed my life beyond measure.It f...

Part 3. Ruth and Ben.The four of us sat around Sharon's kitchen table working out our new routine for the coming week. A couple of days had passed since the first session and yesterday had me flat out on my sofa recovering from our little adventure.Angie, as usual, was in charge and taking notes."Alright," she said, calling us to order, "Here's what I'm thinking. Six days. Monday till Saturday. That means a potential two...

Part 2:With age comes grace dressed as wit and worn with experience.The imagination is a wonderful thing. She is a blank canvas upon which you can paint the day dreams that float through your mind. Sexual imagination is the emotion that speaks to each of us in her own intimate way in visions of light and dark. The fantasy we all seek to make real. I sat naked on the edge of Angie's big bed and watched as the three women b...

Death is not only the mother of beauty as the poem goes but also the mother of opportunity...So it was with the passing of a favorite Aunt who left this mortal realm one damp Autumn morning in October. The mourning days passed as my mother grieved for a beloved sister as her life became fond memories told as stories to those of us left behind. Time waits for no one. Life moves on. And with the reading of my Aunt's will, m...

6: The End of Days.That most wonderful of weekends faded into a memory as Monday morning ticked around to signal the beginning of another College week. As usual, I was up and about getting ready and sorting out all the things I needed for the day ahead. Well, sort of. What I mean is, um, not exactly.I was sat on the end of my bed sending Sally a text when my mother appeared in the doorway. She waited until I was done then...

5: Her port in any storm.The tide had turned, with the sea lapping at our bare feet as we walked hand in hand along the shoreline towards the stone jetty, where children played and boats were moored.Rick stopped and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright sun as he looked across the horizon to where the white swell of crashing waves burst upon the rocks off Church Point. "One day," he promised, "I'm going to li...

4: Dominus Domina.The half moon sat artfully in the night sky, casting its pale light into my room as I lay on my bed, staring up at the shadows it cast.Both my hands were gently stroking either side of my sex as the events of the day fed my imagination and played out over and over in my head as I closed my eyes, breathing deeply of the sensations flowing through me. A stray finger rubbed my still deliciously sore pussy t...

3: The passion flower.The bus pulled into the college stop and I gathered my things together to get off and head in for the first lesson of the week. It was Monday and the first hint of Autumn was in the air.Despite the bustle of students around me going about their daily routine, I was in a world of my own. Everything seemed different somehow. Everything was different. As if I had stepped through a door into a much large...

Part 2.It was Saturday afternoon and I was back scrabbling in my wardrobe with my mom standing outside watching me."A date?" she asked, surprised. I could tell she was slightly concerned with this sudden change in our routine.I came out grasping a black sparkly top and black pleated skirt. "Do you think I should wear tights?" I asked as I slipped out of my top and jeans. "Or stockings?" I was already wearing black underwe...

1: The heart wants what the heart desires.His penis was the first proper penis I ever saw.We stood opposite each other at the bottom of the bed as I watched him slowly remove the last item of his clothing and nervously stand before me as he clasped his hands self-consciously in front of his unfurling manhood. He stared at the floor for what seemed an age then, breathing deeply, he slowly let his hands fall away to reveal...