When I last stayed with Aunty Beryl I was nineteen. I am now twenty-three and working for a consultancy company which means I have to travel a fair bit. At short notice, I was asked to work on a project in the West Midlands for a week or more and I was struggling to find a hotel room. On the off chance, I phoned Aunty Beryl to ask if I could stay there for the week and she said I’d be welcome.  On the second day of my vis...

I should never have listened to Peter. First he had landed us in detention – sixteen and still being held back to write lines! Now, with only a vague explanation, he had led us from our boys' grammar school, through a gap in the fence to the girls’ one next-door – if you’re unfamiliar with this British term, to attend a grammar school you don’t pay, just pass a test. I had to follow him – he was my best friend. Our final...

Him. She emerges from the hotel bathroom pin perfect, dressed like she owns the place, minus heels. Damp dusky hair drapes the collar of the pastel short-sleeve blouse tucked into a stretch charcoal skirt that shows more leg than it conceals. The sheets tighten above my prone, naked form as she perches on the bed edge and crooks up a knee to rest it on the mattress, her feminine profile achingly alluring. She smiles acros...

For a moment she stares into my eyes impassively. Then, pulling back her long blonde hair back from her shoulders and fastening it with a clip, she sets to work. My ankles are tied to the legs of a chair with stockings and she has wedged a pair of her panties into my mouth. My hands are securely handcuffed behind the chair back. She looks at my erect penis with disgust and puts on some surgical gloves. Taking an electric...

I was seventeen and only just learning to swim. My parents were paying for me to have lessons but Miss Phillips, the attractive teacher, had our parent’s permission to spank me, Ed or any of the three girls if we did not do what she told us. We were all roughly the same age and next Sunday was our final lesson. Over the six weeks of the course, Miss Phillips had used the tawse on all of us and caned both Sarah and I on ou...

ALEX   It turned out to be a mild concussion. The next day Alex stayed in bed with the curtains closed and the lights out. Louise came by several times to bring him food. She sat in a chair next to the bed, and when he was awake, they made small talk. No deep conversations yet, which was fine with Alex. Nevertheless, the small talk and her relaxed attitude had a good effect on him. The night of his fall, after the doctor...

ALEX   In the following weeks, the only good news was that Rob was almost never there. Apparently, he had meetings from New York to Hong Kong. Ever since he had heard Louise’s lovemaking, Alex had felt miserable. Well, miserable and terribly horny too. That was the problem. Some time ago he had seen a documentary about the Romans and their crossing of the Rubicon river. Nowadays, the commentator had explained, crossing th...

After writing my last story I was encouraged to write a sequel. I’m Mike, I’m nearly seventeen and I’m pretty fit but I was stripped and punished by Miss McKenzie after admitting I skipped her PE lessons at school because I was bored. However, the punishment turned out well because a class mate of mine, Jo, was also stripped and she was punished at the same time. After our punishment, Jo and I left the gym together. We ha...

I drove through the gate and up a long driveway to the enormous old mansion. I had never been to Rachel’s house before, but I always noticed it from the street, since it was the biggest house in town. Rachel had been friends with my girlfriend, Karen, since junior high, but they usually ran in different circles. Rachel was a petite, gorgeous blonde with dark eyes and a tight little body. I’d say she looked a lot like Gwen...

I know a letter is old school, but there's something about the tactility of paper. A physical connection you can't get from email or text. It warms me to think that the very paper you're holding right now has been in my hands, beneath fingers that yearn to one day touch and hug you for real. But I'm getting ahead of myself already. You have that effect. Like all good letters, this one starts with a confession: I'm inexpli...