I have a secret. A dirty, guilty little secret. I smile through the car window and return my wife’s wave as I set off. She doesn’t know, you see. Doesn’t know that once every few months, I betray her trust and go to someone else for sexual gratification. I take a deep breath. It’s an hour’s drive – about the same as the journey to work, only in the opposite direction. As usual, I am in turmoil. My heart is thumping, and m...

“Hey, Sweetpea.” “Oh, Jack! They managed to find you. I’m – I’m so glad you’re there.” “Got here as fast as I could. How – how’s it going out there?” “Oh, you know – could be better.” “Yeah, it does rather look like things have gone a bit pear-shaped. What have you got left in the tank?” “Not long. A few minutes. A last few minutes with you, Jack.” “Mission Control filled me in. They told me…” “Nothing they can do, Jack....

My tunnel is the playground and my enchanted jewel the prize as wicked, indulgent fingers work their delicious magic. Thighs shake uncontrollably as my back arches. I catch my breath and thrust my pelvis defiantly toward the heavens. I begin to melt; my insides turn to liquid delight. My pleading whimper becomes a desolate, sobbing cry as I open my mouth in one final, silent scream. It is my last breath, my last heartbeat...

“I have a present for you.” There is sly mischief in my wife’s sultry voice. I hear the seductive click of her heels crossing the tile. “Kiss me,” she whispers. I feel warm salty breath as our lips connect. I inhale the moist, heady scent as she beguiles her way into my mouth. Our tongues dance, twisting and turning playfully as I immerse myself in her gift, savouring the adulterous offering. With a moan, I welcome its sl...

I wonder what the neighbours would think if they looked through the lounge window of my quaint little cottage? I’m facing the wall on my knees doing ‘corner time’. Perhaps not, in itself, enough to cause much of a scandal. But I’m not wearing very much, you see. Just my black stockings with garter belt and my three-inch, block-heeled Mary Janes – the ones that Ian always prefers to see me in when he visits. Other than tha...

Eyes wide, I sat staring at them, my heart thumping with undisguised excitement. Tied securely to the hard chair and locked in the chastity device Helen had chosen for me, I watched. My eyes were riveted on my wife as she kissed him seductively on the lips. My cock strained against the hard plastic, desperate for release. I could see the unashamed lust in her eyes as Jamie’s hands pushed my wife to her knees. Her willing...

I hadn’t seen my best friend for nearly five years. Max and his sister had been looking after their elderly father until he passed away a few months ago. And although I knew they had been devastated, I also sensed relief in the family. His dad’s quality of life had been almost non-existent during those last days, and with his passing, everyone was able to move on. I suspected much of the grieving had already been done. Ma...

She is coy, her seductive allure ready to beguile the unwary. She wields her power with innocence and subtlety. Whether bold or shy, once revealed, she is a feast for the eyes, promising passion and excitement. Exquisite and sensual, she draws you in, like a moth to a flame. Slippery with desire, her petals open, inviting the touch of a searching tongue, or delicate finger. Encouraged from its sanctum, and covered in stic...

“Are you thinking about me? Thinking about what I’ve just been doing?” She stroked the hard plastic through my trousers. Her lips brushed my ear. “Is it your cock you imagine inside me, hmm, or his?” My heart quickened. She kissed me. “Are you excited when you taste his saltiness?” I moaned at the residue on her tongue. “Does being denied access to my pussy arouse you, my love?” Her sticky fingers dangled the tiny key in...

Lights flashed and music boomed out of the speakers, impelling everyone to move. The floor was awash with pumping arms, flailing legs and bouncing bodies. The dancing was wild. Felicity was screaming, hands waving wildly to the rave music, the beat forcing us to leap and twirl, sweat flying in all directions. Between us was Owen – the object of our combined desire that night; a third-year History student, star rugby playe...

Finnair Flight AY1335, somewhere over Germany I stopped what I was doing, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. For a moment, I sensed the presence of magic. It was almost tangible; I could virtually taste it in the aether. Not an easy thing to do in a metal tube at 35,000 feet, to be sure. But I was convinced it was there, nonetheless. I turned to Eva. “Can you feel it, too?” I asked. My fellow traveller turned to me in...

I laugh as I pass through the gossamer thin veil, exuberant at my release into the orderly, unsuspecting town. Cackling, I unleash lusty sorcery from my enchanted rod. Inhibitions are dissolved; fiery passions and repressed desires are freed. Delinquent, raucous fun ensues. With pumpkin grins and lewd giggles, prudish couples frolic naked in the street. Unshackled from their chains, prim housewives slurp and gobble; cocks...

I see them in the park, holding hands. One pale, the other dusky. I watch as they look into each other's eyes and kiss. Their overwhelming sensuality, their intense passion, and unashamed love overcome me. Mouth dry, I swallow. I imagine them together, the sheen of sweat on naked skin; lips and hands urgently roaming. I want to be them. For a moment I am them. Fingers delve and hot cunts grind. Grunts and moans reach a pu...

Growing up she’d been my best friend—looked up to me as we discovered life. Then I was called away. And when I returned, I was not the same. Broken, the tables had turned. And now, experienced in ways I was not, she was guiding me. I wondered at her self-assurance; her joie de vivre. Her fingers encouraged me, overcoming my uncertainty. She smiled joyfully as I slid into her warmth. Held me tenderly until I filled her, be...

My parents-in-law were due to arrive later that day for their annual visit, and the tension in the house was palpable. For me, it was a mixture of apprehension, worry, and sexual awareness that was tying my stomach in knots. My wife, Debbie, on the other hand, had been in a light-hearted, buoyant mood all morning, patting me on the bottom whenever she was close to me. “Not long now, lover-boy,” she teased with a mischievo...