"Do you like my new skirt, daddy?" He's sitting at his computer wearing just a towel and surfing the porn sites as I walk into his study and lean against the door-jamb looking at his broad muscular back. "Very nice dear," he says as he turns round in his chair, then he sees what I'm wearing! "Oh, my God, Sandy, you're surely not going out like that?" I giggle and swivel round letting him look at my bottom. I know that my...

I saw her the second I walked out of the arrivals passage. I saw the tousled blonde hair and the frantic wave as she spotted me. I barely had time to let go of my baggage trolley when she hit me, all five foot nothing of blonde hair and legs. Her mouth was every bit as sweet as I remembered it and she'd worn that special perfume I liked, she was kissing me, squeezing me, crying and laughing. All at the same time. "They wo...

She kisses him and looks at me over his shoulder,as he bites her neck and she moans with lust.Then he raises her skirt getting bolder, much bolder.My hopes of having her are lying in dust.She sucks on his tongue, writhing against him.Her juices are flowing and he strokes her soft skin.Arousing by touching limb after limb.She’s lost to me now, the wages of sin.They sink to the floor as if I’m not there.His hands in her pan...

It looked like being the best Christmas ever, I'd driven down from where I worked in Scotland and it had taken me five hours. But as I pulled into the garage and she walked out of the connecting door, I knew it was all worth while! The large double doors slid down behind me and she flicked on the garage lights. She wore a white sheath dress that fitted her like a second skin and as I took her into my arms I could feel her...

He touches my mouth with love in his eyes. Just a kiss, no more, just fleeting. He holds me close and I breath in his scent, The touch of his hands making my nipples rise.   “I going to have you,” he breathes in my ear, “Naked and wet and loving me.” “You’re sure of yourself aren’t you?” But I’m getting wet and feeling no fear.   “You smell like a dream.” His lips touch my neck.  I feel his arousal, his want and his need....

  "You dancing?" It was mouthed above the ear blasting noise from the disco and I nodded in reply. We sashayed towards each other, each of us using the brief period to check out the other. Like most teenage girls nowadays, she wore the absolute minimum, a short black micro mini skirt with a tiny white tee shirt which left her midriff naked. The only difference between us was that my skirt was possibly a little bit shorter...

We were the last to leave the party. The band had already announced the last waltz, but we clung together for the final time. We were about to spend the rest of the night together in a hotel bedroom and we wanted to remember it as special. I'd just finished a run as the star of a West End musical show and I was sky high. I had a month off now and was looking forward to spending it with my lovely son who also acted as my m...

We were in almost the same position when I awoke in the morning, except that she'd thrown one leg over my hip and I was extremely conscious of her feminine warmth against my groin. She stirred and lifted her head to look at me. "Oh no," she groaned. "So it wasn't a dream." "No, Mum, sorry." She lay her head back down on my chest. "Don't be sorry, Tommy, I'm not." "Neither am I, Mum." "You know we can't make love, Darling....

"Does she know about us, Joan?" We were lying together in her bed, enjoying a smoke after our coupling. Her head was on my chest and I was stroking her hair. "Would you mind if she did?" "No," I said without even thinking about it. "I'd be proud Joan. I've only ever kept quiet because you wanted me to. I've always felt very proud when we've been out together, you're the sexiest, most fantastic woman I've ever met." "That'...

"Thomas, I'm so pleased you could make it." The elderly solicitor came from behind his desk and gripped my hand. "Sit down, dear boy, please sit down." John Smithson had been a part of my life for as long as I'd had a life. I was now eighteen-years-old and had been a household name ever since I'd written a song two years previously.  I’d made a complete pain of myself by pestering every record company in London. None of t...

David   I felt bad as I sent the message to my wife, but the soft arms that snaked around my neck soon put any regrets out of my mind. “You’re not neglecting me are you?” she said and I felt her long fingers gripping my semi-erect cock. I’d practically bumped into Susie on my way home from the pub. She looked as if she was struggling with three big bags of shopping. Reaching down I made to take a bag, but she pulled away....

"Send the next patient in please, Cynthia." "It's Mrs. Marshall, doctor, your last one for the day; I'll get off home now if that's all right." "Certainly, I'll see you tomorrow." I switched the intercom off and turned to see Mary Marshall coming in through the door, a big smile on her beautiful face. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Marshall," I smiled. "What can I do for you this afternoon?" She smiled and sat down, crossing her l...

She shuffled out of the ward like an old woman, the nurse supporting her and whispering words of encouragement. "He's here Michelle, waiting for you like he said he would be." I held out a hand and immediately felt stupid. "Mickey, I'm here darling," I said and hoped the emotion in my voice didn't show. She took my hand after groping for a moment and I hugged her tightly. "Come on home baby," I whispered. "Doctor Dave at...

I've been in love with my wife ever since I can remember. I've heard her being described as sex on legs, which appealed to me as a sex-mad nineteen-year-old when we first met. We had ten wonderful years of marriage before my illness kicked in and left me permanently tired. She could have left me for another man, one who wasn't ill, but she loved me too much for that and went into a sulk when I suggested it. It was my idea...

The taxi pulled up outside the imposing old house and I struggled out, which was no mean feat with one stiff leg courtesy of an Afghan hand grenade. I'd spent three months in a military hospital while the facial wounds healed, leaving me with a wicked looking scar from above my right eye down to my lower lip. It gave me a rather sardonic looking grin, whether I was amused or not. Apparently, it was a big improvement on wh...