Damien was the first man I ever fucked on business terms for something other than cash or drugs. However, the transaction was similar, as I was providing a service in order to get a discount on a product. The primary difference with this transaction compared to others from my past was that this time, I didn’t need it. I didn’t need to fuck anybody to get a damn thing – not anymore. But for some unexplainable reason, I sure as hell still wanted to.

“Bondage?” She could hardly believe what she was hearing. He wanted kinky, bondage sex. Her Sex God boyfriend wanted hardcore. To indulge in her fantasies. To take her further than the Lotus, Missionary and other positions. “What have you got?”
“Nipple clamps, bulldog clips, whips, rope, blindfold and a dildo. This will be the ultimate bondage sex ever.” He responded. “Oh and the dildo vibrates, and I do have handcuffs.” Her wildest fantasy was about to come true. “Ready?” She nodded.

“I’d really like to pork you.”
The belch that followed this erotic request only served to emphasise the charm of the speaker, an obvious City boy with a face that had the puffiness of a heavy drinker who lived on junk food, and a body that, though slim, hinted at imminent rebellion around the stomach. I guessed that he was in his twenties, money-obsessed and used to getting his own way. But, glancing at the object of his ‘affections’, I had to concede one point. He had good taste.

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?

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.

“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.

It is really amazing the way we can just be taken over by the moment. Things we wouldn't ordinarily do. I am a happily married woman in my forties, faithful to my husband, but recently the most extraordinary thing happened to me.

I have recently retired from teaching and found that I have a lot of time on my hands. Hubby still works and our two adult children no longer live at home. Even though I am 57 people say that I look younger.

She lay down on the massage table and waited. Luke the therapist came in shortly, he was dressed in a loose-fitting black shirt and black jeans; his hair was short and dark. To her surprise there was another man with him, he was a little shorter than the massage therapist with fair hair instead, a little bit longer but not quite what anyone would call long.

"I'll run us a bath." Will whispered in Rosina's ear. She felt her heart beat a tattoo against her ribs. She knew what was going to happen tonight...and she was scared. Never having been with a man before, Rosina was inexperienced and virginal. Will assured her he would wait forever and would be ready when she was. This put her mind at ease. But now they were married. She wanted so much to give herself to Will - she loved him with all her heart and knew that tonight was the night.

Mary Lynn had arrived at her hotel room in late afternoon and nothing was due to start at the conference until the next morning but travel arrangements could not be made otherwise in order to get her to the conference on time. She hadn’t wanted to attend, having read all the information that was to be covered in the trade magazines earlier, but her bosses had insisted.

The door bell rung and woke me. I stirred, rubbed my eyes and made my way casually to the door. For the last two days, a maid had arrived at around this time to service my suite, so I fully expected it to be her. I opened the door with a morning smile to greet and excuse my tired appearance. My olfactory senses were working over time as a familiar, yet impossible scent, invaded my senses, 'I wish' I thought - and smiled to myself. But what faced me could not be possible, I must be still dreaming, but the best dream I could have had.

She walked down the hotel corridor slowly and deliberately mentally checking she had remembered everything. She was dressed in a simple white blouse and a full-length skirt that draped softly over her hips and fell in a fluid movement to her ankles. Underneath she wore stockings in a shade called Barely Black and holding them up was a bright red suspender belt. Her bright red panties were made of a soft diaphanous fabric and she wore a matching bra that held her breasts in the “upright” position. The shirt was unbuttoned down to her breasts, which were gathered together in a deep cleavage.

I was into exercise, my neighbourhood was new and I was exploring My husband had lived in the neighbourhood before which was the appeal for him, to me it was all new. My solace was running, I had a fine body which I like to keep trimmed and toned and it was a way for me to explore the suburb and parklands.

I was into exercise, my neighbourhood was new and I was exploring My husband had lived in the neighbourhood before which was the appeal for him, to me it was all new.
My solace was running, I had a fine body which I like to keep trimmed and toned and it was a way for me to explore the suburb and parklands.