I have known Myna for just over seven years now. I can’t tell you much about how we met, the times or locations of our twice or thrice yearly assignations, nor, for that matter, any details that might identify her in any way. Suffice it to say that Myna is not her real name and, despite the title I chose for this account, she is not actually a real nurse. Myna and I are not lovers in the general sense of the word but I ca...

Related to an earlier story, Dominique Leads the Way. A few days after my brief, sweet and so naughty encounter with a young French woman, Dominique, I am driving up the lane to the house I am renting for a few weeks in the South of France. As I near the entrance to the house's drive, I see three people walking up the hill that I instantly recognise: it is Dominique and her parents, with whom I had met when I gave up my t...

It had to be Ecstasy or something like it that Karine had kissed into our mouths at the club. I'm an all night partier, but I should have been passed out on the blurry limo ride that returned us to the villa. Instead, I was still completely on fire. It seemed everyone was. The six of us were all in various states of undress. Our hands and mouths wandered lazily to whomever was closest. We got back to our rented villa, whi...

The other day I was invited by my friend and colleague, Dipak, to his wedding anniversary. Both my wife and I were quite excited with this invitation as I had never met Dipak’s wife, Mita, while my wife was yet to see Dipak. On the evening of the anniversary date we went to the reception hall where the anniversary programme was to be held. There was a beautiful garden in front of the hall where the guests were mingling ov...

I travel by car in a valley in the rural North. The narrow road winds along the side of the valley. Houses lie scattered along the road. It is summer time. The hour is late, and it starts to get dark. I need to take a leak and look for a place to stop. A tree-lined lane takes off to the right a little further ahead. There is a milk ramp by the road just in front of where the lane takes off. No one is likely to deliver mil...

Helen lay in bed, on her own. She was feeling a little sorry for herself, mainly because she hadn’t seen her girlfriend for over a week. She had gone abroad to see a sick relative and Helen had not fancied going, a decision she now regretted. All this meant it was over a week since she had had sex with anyone (apart from her flexible friends, her large collection of vibrators). She was incredibly frustrated. She and her g...

Chapter 1 -Becoming a Victorian Mel looked at herself in the mirror, the long black dress, the corset that made her feel so slim. Sometimes she wished she could dress like a Victorian all the time. It made her feel so glamorous, so special, even if it was only for a six hour shift at a time. When she’d got this job at the open air museum it was like a dream come true. So many of her fellow graduates were still filling in...

1. A walk in the park "Wait for me, I just need a pee," said Rhonda to her new boyfriend, Albert, as they rose from their seats in a snack bar. He had been very kind and bought her lots of drink, so now her pussy was full of pee! He was stunned for a second when he heard the word "pee", but then he smiled to himself — he liked that word. He put his arm around her, pulled her close and whispered, "So, you're going to pee?"...

Sophie snuggled further into the duvet. Next to her Emma was cradling a mug of hot chocolate as if it was a newborn child. They could hear Paul snoring upstairs. This wasn't quite the raucous recreation of a childhood sleepover they'd planned. Sophie had suggested it the week before. A chance to have a giggle and pretend to be young again. Wear their old nighties, gossip about the people they fancied, watch bad movies, ea...