I met Kate purely by chance in the bar at the Barbican. I’d gone there for a concert by the London Symphony Orchestra, and had thoroughly enjoyed the evening. It was a bit early for my train, so I headed for the bar for a nightcap before starting the trek home. After all, I had nothing to go home for, as I was again single, after two failed marriages, caused in all likelihood by what had been a rather obsessive workaholic...

I was lucky and retired early. Although there was plenty to do, both at home and in a part time volunteer job I took on, I found that I was nowhere near as active, and had started to put on more weight that I wanted. Living in the Chilterns, I decided to see more of the local countryside and started to take walks out of the town and into the hills. This week, we have been blessed by a real Indian Summer, so as the footpat...

It was late and we still had many miles to go. I was travelling with James, a gay friend of mine, and after landing a couple of days ago in El Paso, we had driven up through New Mexico, and now were heading to the area known as the Four Corners, where the four states of Arizona, Utah, Colorado and New Mexico meet. The reason for the trip was to look for some quite rare species of cactus plants, the collecting and cultivat...

She was in her early 40s, just a couple of years younger than me. We met at a celebration party when my wife’s course at the local university had ended. It was the usual drinks and snacks sort of do, and my wife was introducing me to various people as we were moving around, and spending time chatting to various people that we’d met before. Suddenly amongst one small group that we joined, she was there, tall and slim, thou...

There we were, stranded in a lift in this tower block in London. I had been calling on a client, and had just finished the meeting and was on my way home. We had just started off, the last person into the lift a middle aged woman, joining myself and a couple of other suits. Suddenly the lift jerked, we heard a shrill shriek of metal on metal and we jolted to a halt. I fell to the floor, and grabbed for a hold at the neare...

This is a slightly embellished true story…only slightly….. I’m definitely an older man, and certainly a dirty old man, although I prefer to think of myself as an older man who enjoys eroticism. Fortunately, despite having passed my 65 th birthday, my virility hasn’t waned a great deal. OK, to be honest, the repetition time has got longer, but since there’s so much you can do in between, that has not been a problem. The ot...

Now that I had discovered how similar Jane and her mother Susan were in their sexual tastes, I found myself being haunted by the vision of being in a huge bed with both of them naked beside me. I was now regularly fucking Jane, though the time was approaching when she would return to college, and I’d have to wait three months before I could taste her delights again. I was also fucking Susan, usually when Jane was away wit...

Many readers of my previous story asked for the "prequel". This is it. I hope it is what you expected or hoped for. After leaving home, four years at University, a first job which had lasted a surprising 15 years, and a series of enjoyable but ultimately short lived relationships, I had moved back to within 20 miles of where I had been brought up. I had a new job which I enjoyed, and was starting to join the local communi...

Well, there I was, fucking my aunt’s ass when her daughter, Jane, walked in. She took one look at her mother, crouched down in that beautiful head down, ass up position, and just froze. I did so as well, for just a moment, but Aunt Susan’s squeezing and pushing back on me got me reacting without thought. I know she had not seen her daughter, unless she had been peeking from under the blindfold which I had tied around her...

It had been over a month since my first night with Karen and Gerry, and my life had changed out of all recognition. I’d spent every weekend with them, joining them on a Friday night and just losing myself in them for the whole of the weekend.Karen was as open and as sensual as when we first met, and sliding my cock slowly deep into her still made both her and me tremble with the anticipation of the starbursts of sensation...

This is my first, and still somewhat poor, attempt at a poem. Not my usual style, but hopefully striking a chord.Dropped to your knees, Your eyes dark with lust, Locked onto mine, suspended in time, Open and waiting, red circle of mine Your Beautiful MouthYour lips surround me, Your tongue so divine, Licking and sucking Drawing me in Your Beautiful MouthAnimal now, your groans like a rasp My hips are in motion, and gaspin...

It was just a typical transatlantic flight. I had business in LA, and I settled into my seat and gratefully drank the glass of champagne that the pretty cabin crew member offered me once I was seated. Emily her badge said. Nice name. The flight time was 12 hours, and in order to be reasonably awake when we landed, I took a relaxant pill after the first meal. It was just a sleepy making antihistamine, and after half an hou...

I like to get onto an Adult chat board from time to time, and meet up with people that I have chatted to for a while, and occasionally a new one. One of my regular friends there was Jennifer. She lives in the US, and as I am a Brit, but we found enough time to meet online. We were just sharing photo links, and discussing what we saw, and obviously through that she got some idea as to what I liked, and I got a very good id...

I woke slowly, after all it had been a rather tiring evening and night. I could feel muscles that I hadn’t used as much for years slowly groaning as my consciousness grew. But the feelings was great, and lying there quietly I relived the last 12 hours, since coming back with Karen. Not surprisingly perhaps, but pleasingly for me, my cock also grew as I remembered the feelings those two women had given me. The light was cl...

I met her one evening after work in the Red Lion, a pub just round the corner from my office in the City. We talked for most of the evening, sharing a few more drinks, and just before she left to get her last train, she pressed her phone number into my hand and raising herself up on her high heels, she brushed my lips with hers, and her tongue slightly licked them. Then she was gone, and I was left to slowly walk back to...