He was older than me, blonde with green eyes and a sardonic grin. He worked at my local bar and always flirted with me. Sadly, he also flirted with most of the other women there. I wanted him the second I saw him. Some part of me wanted to break down his arrogance and get him begging for release. Little did I know that my dream would come true.

I needed a break. I was tired, but the middle of a recession is hardly the time to tell the powers-that-be that you need more free time. Or to look for another job. Two friends run a small hotel in Spain. The food is good, the walking excellent, there is no beach and no stag parties. I booked a cheap flight, hired a car, and drove there.

I don't like it when men are arrogant. When they act as if they're better than me, I have to take them down a peg or two. Jake was a classic example.
I met him at my evening class. I needed to learn Japanese for work and he was a fellow student. He'd lived in Japan for a few years and was taking the class as a refresher. He used to tease me about my pronunciation. I didn't like that at all.
Even worse, he used to eye me up, making it clear he was mentally undressing me. He'd slept with half the women in the class and fancied himself as some stud so was always making dodgy sexist comments, complimenting my cleavage or legs, expecting me to lap it up.

"You gonna be hungry when you get here?" His text read as I picked it up from vibrating in my lap. It was pouring rain, minimal visibility on the highway, had been weeks since our last encounter not to mention being flood my moisture in my pussy in anticipation of our next rendez vous.

She was a pretty one. Only 5'3. I was 5'5, barely dominating her petite body with mine. When I saw her gorgeous long blond hair I knew I wanted her. We were friends for a while before I finally admitted that I thought that I was bi. I knew how I felt about girls, and guys. I had never been with a girl but I had always fantasized about it. I never knew my first time would be this good.

I put on my clingy black dress, grabbed my stilettos and hastily touched up my make up before slipping my feet into a pair of flat pumps. I just had time to fit in a driving lesson before going to Jane's party straight after. I could see my instructor waiting for me outside. I had been having lessons with John twice a week for the past six months and he felt I should have some experience driving on a dual carriageway at night.

I was to meet up with him, already so hot and horny that I could do nothing but pounce upon him like a hungry lioness. I turned up at his flat in my sexiest push up bra and thong, and the tightest dress I owned, knowing very well I wouldn't be wearing them for long.

I guess it would be fair to say that my girlfriend, Christina, is an experimental kind of girl. I’d never have guessed it when we first met – she seemed so shy – and it took me a month to get her into bed at all. By that time I was hooked – not just from the thrill of the chase but also because she was interesting, quirky and could make me laugh like no-one else ever had before. And once we finally did get into bed, my God was it worth the wait.

I hadn't seen him for years. He was a class A geek and I had tolerated him at work. Worked as a temp with a view to studying geology or some nerdy subject, I knew he had a bit of a thing for me. Perversely I was nice to him but there was no way I was going there, so why now?

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It had been six weeks since the incident at Kate's house where I had caught her brother Ben in his bedroom. I hadn't said a word to Kate but couldn't get the image of him out of my head. I wanted to tell her but felt I couldn't. What was I likely to say? 'Hey Kate, the last time I stayed over at yours I watched you brother make himself come?'

Sometimes we see things we are not meant to. I am one of those people it happens to, but the time I am going to tell you about, I have kept secret from everyone I know. I haven't even told my friends, especially not my best friend Kate. She would be mad if she knew what I had witnessed.

It's quite bizarre how it came to be actually, me living with them, being paid by them, fucking them on demand. Search "LINA" for parts 1 & 2 of this story

Greg was married. We were drunk. I know that it’s not an excuse but when the guy you’ve been lusting after for months tells you he wants you, right here, right now, I challenge you to exert any self-control.

It seemed odd to think of it not raining, such was the weather that Welsh autumn. There had been something lovely about it, but that had naturally given way to frustration. But today a fuzzy edge
gave the weather a comical side, the benefit of a long week and an overdue glass of wine at an unspeakably early hour.

“This is your big treat” my friend's voice whispers in my ear. She’s led me to a rather unimpressive looking club and I have a hard time understanding what ‘my treat’ is going to be, until I notice the sign by the door “Manchester fetish: members only” then I feel a pulse of pleasure running through me, ending in my clit, leaving me smiling widely.

My name is Countess Adrianna Felitania De Fortescue and yesterday (April 10th 1757)I married a count. Not by my own choice you see, but Maman insisted I would be rich and live in a lovely home until yesterday and that we were a good match and I don't think I will ever forget my wedding day as long as live. I am eighteen years old and now the Countess of Delayne and in the past day I have learned to do things that I did not even know existed.

I always find it difficult to concentrate on work on Fridays, and on this one it was particularly hard. I hadn't had a good seeing-to for weeks, and tonight I was on a promise. Alright, Gordon wasn't the most exciting man in the world, but I knew he was gagging for it, and by now, so was I. We'd arranged to meet for an early evening drink, and I was hoping it wouldn't be too late in the evening before we were in bed - I certainly didn't want to waste too much time in chatting.

Finally, I am in your arms again. A hotel room, soft lights, I have waited for this long enough, but I am in no hurry to get anywhere. I know you are mine for tonight and I intend to take full advantage of you.

The man sitting at the far end of the room in the extravagantly large leather chair wears nothing but a perverse smile as he watches me pace the length of the dimly lit chamber, naked except for my heels which click off the hard polished wooden flooring beneath me.