I sat in a soft armchair in the therapist's room. She sat facing me on a more upright chair, a low coffee table was between us. The room was long and thin which exaggerated the distance between us. I was there to talk about my obsessive thoughts. To be more accurate my sex obsession. Right from the beginning, I realised her appearance was not going to help me stop thinking about sex. She was an attractive brunette possibl...

When we got our room door closed behind us we, immediately turned to each other and started kissing passionately. My brother's hands slid up the back of my legs, taking the back of my sundress with them until he gripped my bare buttocks. As we continued to kiss, I slid my hand inside the front of his Speedos and took hold of his rigid erection. He then lifted my dress over my head and off. I pushed his trunks down until t...

As I walked along the main beach I could see no sign of him anywhere. My fruitless search of the beach did at least allow me to enjoy the eyes of fully grown men ogling my hot young body in such a skimpy bikini. I saw one man in the distance getting a whack off his wife for staring at me. As was to be expected there were a few evil looks from women on the beach, but also I realised there were a few women giving me the eye...

After my brother got sent to the hotel room to cool down, my parents took one disapproving look at all the people lying around the pool area doing nothing and asked me if I wanted to come with them to their friend's place across the island instead. I declined and so they went off and left me on my own. I went around the pool to the opposite side and found a vacant lounger near another girl who looked about my age and was...

I lay propped on my elbows feeling the rays of the afternoon sun warm my lean young body. The Aegean Sea sparkled and added to the bright radiance of the pale sand. From my secluded vantage point on the tall dunes, I could see bodies filling the beach below. As I took in the sight of so many scantily clad women, I could feel my small Speedos tightening almost painfully. I had begged my mum for the money to buy some trendy...

I stood naked in my bedroom, the door firmly locked. Even to my own eyes, the sight of my 19-year-old body was arousing. My breasts were firm and more than filled my small hands. Although they felt weighty, they stood out nicely and my nipples pointed upwards. I ran my palms under them and lightly fingered the tips. God they felt sensitive. I rolled the nipples in my fingers and felt them harden even more. Slowly I slid o...

Recently I started to worry that I might not be sexually adventurous enough for my husband. The other day he mentioned role-play and asked me if I had any fantasies. I told him he already knew that I got turned on wearing stockings and suspenders, and also when I put on one of my very skimpy bikinis. He looked slightly embarrassed, as he said, "No not like that, I mean would you want to act anything out that you couldn't...

Last summer my sister came to stay with my family for a week. We had not seen them since they moved abroad the year before for the sake of my brother-in-law's career. Thankfully, the killjoy had not come with them, as he could not (or would not) take the time off work. It made me sad as we had always been a close family, and now we all lived so far apart. One particularly hot summer evening, after the kids had all been pu...

I stood looking at myself in the full-length bathroom mirror as I slowly towelled myself dry. I was naked and feeling horny, the bathroom window, wide open, allowing the summer breeze to caress my bare skin. Just looking at myself was turning me on. Was it normal for a guy to find his own body arousing? I wondered. I was not gay, and yet my own ripped physique was turning me on. Maybe it was just the thought of someone el...

This story is inspired by a female colleague I fantasized about at work, and a situation where I fixed her computer. For a moment, she seemed to be showing me slightly more appreciation than is normal. There was an unspoken mutual attraction, and a hint she wanted to go further, but a working office doesn’t make these things possible. Maybe something like this story might have happened… I sat at Susanne’s desk and quickly...

It was a hot summer’s evening and the last of the guests had left. My wife and her best friend, who was staying the night, were upstairs getting the kids to bed while I cleared the debris of the party away in the garden, cleaned up the barbeque and set the dishwasher off in the kitchen. It was still pretty muggy even though it was nearly 8pm so I had removed my tee shirt, leaving me just wearing some low slung surfer’s sh...