I woke from a deep sleep in an unfamiliar room. The first thing I noticed was the unmistakable aroma of sex, good sex. As my eyes adjusted to the morning light I recognised that I was in one of the bedrooms of the Scotsman Hotel in Edinburgh. Beside me was Kirsty, my lover from the previous night, Her reddish-blond hair was tousled and she was wearing some reading glasses and working on an iPad. She was still naked. I lea...

Until I met Kirsty on a short flight up to Edinburgh, my experience of Scottish MILFS consisted of watching Georgie Lyall videos on PornHub. The flight from London’s City Airport had already been delayed by nearly two hours; the passengers were getting restless and frustrated. When eventually we were allowed on board, we all assumed that being such a small airport we would be on our way soon. As I strapped in, I began to...

Since my divorce I have used dating sites intermittently with very mixed results on the whole I have been very disappointed with them. This is a true story of what happened after I met a lady on a site aimed at the over-fifties. I had contacted Gemma on the site after viewing her profile, I liked the fact that she had posted only black and white photographs of herself. We engaged in the usual to & fro on the site and then...

My flight from Abu Dhabi touched down at London’s Heathrow Airport just after two in the afternoon. I was shattered, it was my third trip to the Emirates in a month. This time however the new contract was safe. My firm would be working with our most valued customer in the Gulf for another five years. Enough to see me to my planned retirement. This should never have happened, but my boss was a dickhead, promoted way beyond...

I had just got in from a pleasant evening at my local pub in Wimbledon. I was idly scrolling through messages and deleting most of them. There is so much spam these days. I didn’t recognise P.McIntyre and was seconds away from deleting it when I realised it was from Pippa, the host of the holiday cottage I had rented the previous week. Pippa was absolutely lovely and we had enjoyed a very sexual tryst together while I was...

Pippa decided that she was going to spend the morning masturbating. She wasn’t expecting the builders today, they were waiting for the electrician who couldn’t start till Monday. Unusually for her she had no guests staying with her at the converted farm down in Dorset. Her next guests weren’t expected until later this evening. Pippa got out of her bed and confidently walked naked across the courtyard to the small building...

Debbie and I were lying on top of my bed, naked, sweaty & sated. It was the middle of the day in London. It was one of the many advantages of being among those lucky enough to be retired and healthy. The previous night we had been up to London to see Elbow play a gig at one of our favourite venues. We had stayed out uncharacteristically late after the gig and had slept in this morning. Another advantage of being retired,...

It was another grey, wet Wednesday in London, it had been raining for hours. Most people in the city were really fed up with it, it felt as though the grey had lasted for months. Nobody could remember the last time they had seen or felt the sun. Everybody you met seemed down. Not me, but the reason I was not down was that I was currently caressing Debbie’s lovely round bum. It was the middle of the day and we were naked i...

It was my last night in a holiday cottage down in Dorset. I had enjoyed a much-needed break but most of all I had really enjoyed my sexy host, Pippa. We had sex every day of my stay, and it was energetic, uninhibited sex. Pippa and I were of a similar age, in good shape, and recently free from long-term marriages. We were also both enjoying an exciting sex life in later life. I asked If could take Pippa out to dinner on m...

I was in a deep sleep, sated by several hours of energetic love-making the night before when something in the room moved and I came too quickly. Standing naked at the window with her back to me was Pippa, my lover from last night and the host of the cottage in Dorset I had rented. I enquired if everything was OK? Pippa replied that it was and that her other guests were leaving early. They appeared to be keen bird watchers...

I was looking for somewhere to stay for a few days that wasn't too far from London. I was owed some time off and could really do with some sea air and possibly a chance to use my camera which had remained in its bag throughout a long, grey, wet English winter. I was chatting to a mate about this in the pub one evening when he recommended a cottage down in Dorset about 100 miles south of London. I didn’t pick up on it at t...

I withdrew my cock from Lulu’s mouth, having cum spectacularly because of her unparalleled skills. I felt fantastic. I’d not seen Lulu for months and it showed. Now it was her turn. There are a couple of things you learn very early on when you are with Lulu. The first is never to give her a half-arsed fuck. You give her your very best or you will regret it. The second is to never cum before she does unless invited to do s...

One of the advantages of living in London is that eventually, everyone you know has to pass through it on their travels. I had learnt to never waste a second when Lulu was around. The moment I knew that she was changing flights at Heathrow I would book a day off because I knew that every second would be worth it. Depending on where she was going and what her connection times were, I would either book a Premier Inn near th...

Rachel boarded the train to London feeling excited and already aroused, a couple of days of passionate lovemaking with Martyn lay ahead. Sex with Martyn was always satisfying but this time there was the anticipation that they would step up their lovemaking a notch or two. On their last weekend together one morning in that dreamy post-coital, post-orgasmic bliss Rachel had asked Martyn whether he knew of another man who mi...

Rachel had met Martyn on Lush Stories. What had started out as banter, soon developed into flirting and from there after a couple of weeks, they took their relationship off the platform and began indulging in full cyber-sex via Skype. They also exchanged photographs of each other over WhatsApp. Once or twice a week they would masturbate together to orgasm, it was satisfying for them both. Martyn was divorced and lived alo...