It was a glorious day: the sun was beating down, and I’d been driving for a few hours, lost in the music but also in my thoughts about the potential outcomes and happenings of the week ahead. I followed the satnav, off the motorway, then along a main road for a few miles, then two smaller roads, and into a lane with high hedges. I almost missed the nondescript gate, notable only for the single yellow fence post, as descri...

I’d been at the cabin for a few hours and the tension was building. T was due around now, and it felt like the first minute would tell us a lot: whether this was a terrible mistake or at the very least a week of freedom, fun, and possibly sexual expansion. I was tempted to have a beer to calm my nerves but it felt rude to have a head start, and if I got carried away, T arriving to me slurring or snoring would not have bee...

It was still light, but dusk was casting long shadows across the room; as the sun fell, the temperature followed suit, so we’d closed the French doors and lit the wood burner, which crackled gently in the background as we chatted. We were occupying either end of the sofa, nursing our third glass of wine each after a supper of quiche and salad. There was a charge in the air, relaxed but expectant, the sense that we were pr...

T and I, after our intense masturbation session, chilled on the sofa for a while, chatting, kissing, casually touching, and finishing off the wine in the heat of the log burner. It felt like we’d kind of pierced the surface now: we knew there was a real spark, a connection and an attraction, a need and a want to explore and share our bodies, as well as a developing level of trust. It’s hard to explain the feeling, a kind...

We were spooning as the sun streamed onto us through the skylights, and T was clearly awake, or at least half awake; she’d either manoeuvred herself into position with my cock between her legs or had woken like this and taken matters into her own hands. Or labia, actually – I could feel them on either side of my cock, hot and already slippery. “Good morning,” I said, reaching down and holding her hip so I could get a bit...

After our naked and sticky breakfast in bed, T and I tidied up and shared a shower. There was no rush to things – time in a way has less meaning when you’re detached from schedules – and we diligently soaped and explored each other in the shower, cleaning each other’s spaces and crevices thoroughly while squeezing and enjoying the permission of full access. We’d jokingly agreed over coffee that today would be an edge day:...

It was the second day and the sunshine had been replaced by torrential rain. It was pissing it down. Obviously – this is England. T and I lit the fire so we could mooch around without layering up, and before long, the cabin warmed up nicely. Over breakfast, T said that she had an idea for the morning and wondered if I was game. “I’m intrigued,” I mused as I sipped my coffee, “what did you have in mind?” “Well, sunshine, i...