I had a new neighbour move in a few months back, short, slim, and pretty as hell! We haven't had a huge amount of contact, but I have had many dreams about her! Let's call her Emily for the sake of this story (as we may get to meet more neighbours as time goes on!) I see her walking past, so I invite her in for a drink; well, at least that was the plan. As we sat down, I just out and kiss her. Whilst initially, she was re...

“Hello, Agnes.” Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her vegetable garden. It was the spirit of Burt, Mayor of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. He was shirtless. Her hands were soiled with dirt. “Hello, Burt,” she answered. “Welcome!” She stood up, brushed strands of light brown hair out of her eyes, rubbed her hands together to clean off the dirt, and...

So ended my initial seduction. Should I call it that? What else can I? I’d planned it to see if my man phobia was age-related. Well, it looked as though it might be. Even though I hadn’t fucked John (yet) or even given him a blow job (yet), I’d felt none of the panic attack symptoms that usually stalk me in the presence of men, especially when alone with men. I hoped, at our next meeting (can’t call it a date), I might ge...

I stared at my office door, as if it would open via thought alone, revealing Tabby on her knees. A demonstration of her obedience. Her needs. My focus flicked between the door and the spreadsheet she'd asked me to review. I scrolled past endless columns of numbers. Added a formula. Deleted it. Gulped some water. Distracted. Like any of her regular employees, I'd knocked on her open door earlier and patiently given her tim...

PREFACE: It was well over two years since my divorce. It was over three years since I’d been fucked, and it was over four years since I’d been fucked willingly. I was in need of cock. I'd been getting sex from my girlfriends. Now I needed a male. But, and it was a huge but, I had to be in control. Control of every second, of every movement. I knew that was the only way I’d overcome my ‘man phobia.’ John presented the idea...

"Rob the Romantic." That was the nickname I’d given to my boyfriend-turned-fiancé, and – if I say so myself – it fit him perfectly. From how he’d bring me bouquets of flowers before nearly every date, to his atypical preference for watching Hallmark movies instead of ESPN, he was quite the opposite from the alpha males that I‘d typically dated. Most of those prior relationships eventually crashed and burned pretty badly,...

Janet was eighteen years old and still a virgin when she went on a working holiday to Guernsey. When she returned four weeks later she was a young woman completely at ease with her sexuality and her body - and she was no longer a virgin. She had enrolled to start at Art College in September having attended an exclusive all-girls Grammar School for seven years. She planned to work in Guernsey for a month to earn some money...

Awaking to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and an empty bed, I twiddled my nipples while thinking about Kitten. Friday night to now, Sunday morning, how far we’ve come in such a short time. God, I wanted this to last. I brought out her submissiveness, and she brought out the dominant in me; we seemed to blend perfectly. My eyes were closed as I twiddled and visualized various possible future scenarios. Hearing her padd...