It had been 20 years since they’d last seen each other. It had all ended amicably enough, probably not quite on equal terms but with an understanding that it had been good whilst it lasted. But here she was, walking towards Kristoes coffee shop where they’d arranged to meet up, with an air of excitement tinged with a touch of nervousness at the thought of what possibly lay ahead.

Today’s subject is love.

Only kidding, as if! Anyone who knows me and my questionable attitudes, would know my theories on this. Basing a lifetime with someone on the basis of a chemical reaction in the brain is not common sense. To glue together a relationship on chemicals that can be altered as easily as a eating chocolate? No today’s subject is a different chemical reaction (and far more temporary and enjoyable). It is good to honest lust, no promise of fairytale weddings, family albums, Facebook announcements or washing socks. A base pure near animal instinct, that won’t go away in even the stormiest of situations. Anyone who has had the delicious mouth watering hate fuck would surely agree with me on this point.

Ah, Sundays... my only day of rest. I've just been to an early brunch with Jack, hashing out our predictions for the Giants/Eagles football game tonight. I love watching divisional rivals battle for glory on the field, brutally attempting to crush each other's bones to vie for the coveted brown ball. The adrenaline, the way it stimulates me, overwhelming my attention... football is one of the ultimate aphrodisiacs for me.

As I dress in my bedroom, admiring myself in the mirror, I think about your lustful eyes as you told me exactly how you wanted to see me... The thought that I might be fulfilling your desires is enough to send tiny waves of pleasure running through me already. I bend over to do up the strap of my black leather heel and feel the air on the back of my ass cheek. I feel vulnerable and exposed, yet excited at the prospect of seeing your face glow with pleasure when you see me.

Sundays in August are always too hot to do much more than laze in the garden reading and dozing,which is exactly what I was doing this particular Sunday,lazily reading and dozing between pages. I got up and smoothed my short summer skirt down and checked my bikini top was covering me,walked into the house looking for something cold to drink or eat I thought as I spied some ice lollies in the freezer.

Amy sat back on her chair; the plastic creaked as she crossed her flawless, solarium-tanned legs. Working for a sports centre gave her access to everything she needed to keep her body in prime condition. All six foot two of it. She stared at the window in front, it was a below water spy porthole to watch for any underhand behaviour that may take place in the pool and deal with it accordingly. Few argued with her – including the men, she was too big, too attractive and too handy on a punch bag and it showed.

It was late evening when I heard the knock at my door. Before I could rise from my seat, two guards had entered the room, two maids behind them. The women politely avoided my eye. 'Your presence has been requested tonight,' spoke the first guard, offering his hand as I stood. Smoothing my gown, I nodded. This was the reason I was here, but now that my first night was imminent, fear was seeping in.

I opened the door to the shop, I recognised the body standing behind the counter but not the woman who had his cock in his mouth. ‘Hello’, he whispered at me, I smiled and came closer.

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He looked down and could barely believe that this pretty blonde was really lying on his bed. Sure there had been flirtations, teasings and enough tension for the others in the group to comment on, during the week away. However despite this, they had somehow managed to resist the urge, mainly by taking the matter into their own hands, several times. But now they were back home and back with their respective partners. They should have been glad that they had behaved against the odds, but still something niggled at them both.

I had recently split with my boyfriend and was desperately trying to find new things to do to take my mind off it. I decided to book a holiday to the Caribbean. Sun, sea and, well, possibly some sex, who knew? Lately my finger and rampant rabbit had been having a bit too much exercise and so the thought of having sex with someone else rather than just imagining I was with someone else was highly appealing.

She couldn't get it out of her mind all morning. Last night was another unsuccessful night on the town. Sandra was growing increasingly frustrated with her single status, and even more so frustrated with the lack of hot sex in her life. She wasn't looking for just any old shag however. She wanted someone strong, sexy, someone who knew what he was doing to her... the boys in the local were a far cry from her ideals.

Another birthday. We’d had friends over for the evening – one of my closest girlfriends and my boyfriend’s best mate David. After some good food and lots of wine, I was tired and lay dozing with my head on Adam’s lap as my friend said goodnight and let herself out.
‘Happy Birthday,’ David said as he stood up to leave and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

It was a very hot day in the hills of Hollywood and Steven was driving his Rolls with the top down, just cruising the streets trying to catch the breeze in the summer air. He was wearing skin tight Levis and a white shirt, two top buttons undone exposing some of the top of his chest. His pale white neck was long and soft and his sideburns were sharp. His hair as usual was impeccable, beautiful chestnut brown and his deep blue eyes were languid in the shimmering heat. His lips were dry and he needed a drink.

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"I'm not ready yet." Rebecca bellowed down the stairs to Brian. She finished brushing her hair and put the paddle brush down on her dressing table. He had been waiting over an hour and was beginning to lose his patience. He ran up the stairs to their room. “Rebecca, you’ve got five more minutes until I completely lose my patience with you. We’re already late.”

She was on the bus, she caught my eye, and I felt I had seen her before. She oozed sensuality, that was what I thought when I saw her, the truth was I was captivated, my eyes couldn’t leave her, it was more than just sex, it was Cleopatra, Helen of Troy, Eve, Wallis Simpson; a woman that men left their minds for; then it was too late. There she was sitting on my bus.

I met her walking. She asked me for directions as we fell in step together she asked me if I was on my own? I replied I definitely was as I had just split up with my partner and this was my first time out as a single. She sparkled with chemistry as her eyes lingered down my body. ‘This is my first Australia day in Canberra can I join you?’ We picnicked together, blankets and esky’s entwined in the shade under the trees, as we looked out to the lake watching the fireworks. We shared wine bread and cheese; she had olive oil, tomatoes and cucumbers, I, desert of chocolate and fruit.

Chloe couldn't believe that her flight had been delayed. It was bad enough to have to be at the airport hours before the flight, but to wait another 90 minutes was plain irritating. "Oh well, I may as well hit the shops," she thought, as if she hadn't done enough shopping whilst she was in New York. Her new Bloomingdales medium brown bag containing the last items that refused to fit in her suitcase was certainly testament to that, but as it was snowing outside the airport, and she had little else to do, she made her way to the duty free shops to try on perfume.