I felt merry as the bouncer opened the strong steel door. 'Blimey!' A dense mist had enveloped the narrow passage. In the five years I'd frequented the club, I'd never experienced such a phenomenon. The days of London peasoupers belonged in the realms of period novels and movies. But in spite of the eeriness of the scene, I felt strangely serene; the mist seemed to wrap around me in a comforting embrace. The night had bee...

Andrew had been curious for years but always too nervous to try. What if he hated it? What if it wasn't what he imagined? The sexual hangups of his upbringing certainly made him wonder how he would react. Would he be ashamed of himself, or would he find it a step too far? Andrew's awakening had started simply enough. He had been looking through a popular porn magazine, which he had done plenty of times in his adult life w...

One day, Max called me and said he wanted to talk about something important. He was smiling when I arrived, and he had the dirtiest, smug look I have ever seen. I was confident that he has some dirty ideas in his mind since the last time we met. I asked him, "What is going on? Did you finally find someone else to replace me?" He said, "Nope, not yet. What I want to know is how much cum are you swallowing now?" He grinned...

Fresh out of Business School, I was recruited to work for a company that required a lot of travel. Having basically ruined my life and relationships with the idea of a corporate master of "getting ahead," I was completely adrift I hadn't settled anywhere, and my grad school girlfriend went across the country for an unpaid internship and a new life in the banking world of lightless cubicles and endless days. Though I misse...

Chapter seven My heart skipped a few beats, and I smiled. How does he know? Starving for food and a drink after our day of walking, I raced through a cold shower and flung on black slacks and a bright orange top. I would be conspicuous; the bright colour complemented my newly tanned complexion. Grabbing my phone, I sent a quick message to my Belgian Guy. Me: He is not my boyfriend at all. Belgian Guy: So, you say, I bet h...

Marga tickled her clit gently with her finger, imagining it was her lover, Isobela’s tongue. Her lips welcomed her finger, as it had her first penis exactly two years ago to the day, when she had given her virginity to Hector. Two years! She’d had a good first time, all told. She’d come at the second attempt. If you had told her on the night of her first time, as she marveled at the sensations a hard penis stimulated insi...

I came out of the ensuite bathroom wearing the pyjama bottoms that Braden had leant me. His bedroom was tastefully decorated in a masculine style. Braden stood on the far side of the room, across the large and neatly made bed, looking out the window. On hearing me enter he turned to face me, he was wearing only boxers. Braden is a nice-looking kid with longish hair that sometimes flops over one eye in an alluring way and...

Some days, her English classes at the end of it were the highlight of Isobela’s day. She had made friends with an older guy there, and her teacher was smart, funny and empathic. She loved the relaxed, informal atmosphere and the chance to speak English. When Marga joined the class, Isobela took one look at her and thought, ‘Hot!’. She had a round face that was pleasingly symmetrical and round about the cheeks. She had lon...

My Uncle Neil and I were strangers. We had only properly met a month ago. I knew he was five years younger than my mother, which made him forty-seven, but I had only been three years of age when he emigrated to Canada. In the ensuing twenty-two years, he'd only visited twice, once when I was seven and then again when I was twelve. He had unexpectedly returned to England six months ago, but with me living away from home, o...

While I drive, I might as well tell you how my slutcation came to be. I have been a kinky pig for a long time. I'm not sure how or when it started exactly, but I know whenever I’m on vacation especially, my desire for raunchy, kinky connections is overwhelming. Something about the slight anonymity of a new place, mostly foreign from my day-to-day community. Also, the logistics of trying to get into my piggy side at home a...

I loved swimming but hated the communal changing room. I sat at my usual spot, which was as far from the entrance to the pool as possible. I waited uneasily, hoping that my solitude wouldn't be interrupted. After five minutes had passed, I began to feel more relaxed. Nobody else had sought out such an unfavourable spot. I was self-conscious of my body. Despite recently turning seventeen, I had the body of an adolescent bo...

Chapter five My blood and body warm from being close to another male, I thought it would be nice to wrap myself around him all night. I doubted he wanted to sleep, or me for that matter. His bulge pressed against my belly as we kept still for a few minutes. Savouring the sensations, I whispered that he should go back to his room and whoever was waiting for his return. Even if Sean heard us, he was not going to barge in or...

Martin and I chatted online the day before we had to meet and I could feel the sexual tension in the typed messages. The need to meet and get sweaty had reached a fever pitch and there was no holding back now. As soon as I gave him my telephone number, the mobile phone buzzed with a 'Hello sexy bum.' I smiled in the semi-darkness of my room and sent a simple, 'Hello to you too,' feeling slightly shy all of a sudden. What...

I had been hesitant about the holiday from the start. I didn't like flying or hot climates, and I also had little in common with my three companions, one of whom I'd met for the first time at the airport. But in spite of my misgivings, I accepted the invitation. I hadn't any holiday plans; I'd always wanted to visit the Balearic Islands, and I was keen to give new experiences a go. I had been invited by two work colleague...

Waiting alone in the August sun, I had to ask myself if I’d learnt anything at all from my first experience of using an adult dating site seven months earlier. Sure, I’d asked for his age and more face pics this time, so I doubted “Ed” would turn out to be fifteen years older than me instead of one year younger as he claimed, so that was an improvement on Dave. On the other hand, the car park side of a rural Warwickshire...