Megan had always wanted to do it but had never dared. Nothing was stopping her now she was young, free and more importantly no one knew her in this city. This was the first time she had ever tried to have a one night stand and she had no idea what was to come. She stood looking at the bar door and knew she had to go in. She was about to pull a stranger and had already gone out without her panties wearing a short miniskirt. Her top barely covered her tits and erect nipples. She looked like a dirty whore and she was lapping up the stares. On her way in she noticed two blokes and eyed them up on the way to the bar. She knew it was their cocks she wanted.

I am only writing this story as it seems to be constantly on my mind ever since it happened. I feel that writing about it may in some way help me to forget it. My wife who was at the time my girlfriend knows nothing of this and I could not possibly tell her as it would cause so much trouble and certainly split us up for good.

Ethan ran upstairs to his bedroom to get dressed. He put on a pair of boxer shorts. His thing was not as hard as before, but it hung out the left leg of his shorts. He put on his jeans and looked at himself in the mirror. His thing clearly stood out against his left leg. He sighed and took the jeans off.

The glare of the desert sun outside the windows was dazzling to the eyes even from within the hotel, and the three of us sitting in the reception area were glad of the relief offered by the hard-working air conditioning. Dave, an American executive in his early forties, was waiting for a Land Rover to pick him up and take him on a two-day inspection tour of his company's locations, further south into the deep desert. His wife Estelle, mid-thirties (like me), friendly and quite delightful, had come along on the trip hoping to see something of the great sand sea that, having been brought up on Hollywood epics, she believed covered the whole of North Africa. And me? I was the English pilot of the small, fast Beechcraft Twin Bonanza that Dave's Tripoli office had chartered to fly the two of them the 400 miles south to the small desert town of Sebha.

I'd seen him before. We'd exchanged looks over our coffee cups but that was it. Today was to be no exception- or so I thought. I took a gulp of coffee and managed to catch his eye as i ran my tongue over my lips to catch the last drops of milky beverage. He stopped, watching my every move and i stopped licking and started nibbling my bottom lip. God - he was so hot!

I was on the mezzanine in the store room and froze when I heard the door open below. I shouldn’t have been there but had found it a useful place to skive when the shift was dragging, finding myself a pile of towels to sit on while I texted friends or read a magazine or even have a quick nap occasionally. Miss Connah always asked where I’d been and I always said the same thing, helping a client in the spa since I knew it was the only place where her all seeing cameras didn’t reach and she couldn’t deny it.

He looked up and took his sunglasses off for a moment. I couldn't be certain, but I felt sure that he had seen me. The sun was beating down upon his tanned body. He looked fantastic and I had been teasing myself all day with thoughts of the things he could do to me.

The couple nervously entered the doctor’s room, greeted by the usual impersonal nod from the young, female doctor, who was sitting imperiously behind her desk. God, that’s just typical, their problem was bad enough, let alone having to share it with some beautiful professional doctor type. They sat down self-consciously in the two chairs arranged next to the desk and waited for the doctor to speak. “What seems to be the problem?” Neither husband nor wife wanted to be the first to talk. Eventually, the woman cleared her throat and explained the reason for their visit.

Jenny was married to a completely incompetent lover who could not figure out how to make a woman happy. She decided to make him into a better lover by using a magic potion to turn him into a girl for a week.

I am wearing a proper corset, boned and laced, which gives me a wonderful hourglass shape. The bodice of the corset is unusual – it holds my breasts up, presents them, but leaves them bare so that they are visible and accessible. I’m also wearing a full skirt, made of layer upon layer of net. The skirt is slit down the front, but the layers of net cover my cunt from view.

This is the story of the first time I got with a guy. I’ve been thinking of writing it down for some time, and I hope you enjoy it. I think it’s pretty horny anyway! First, a bit about me. I’m 26 years old and living with my long term girlfriend. No talk of marriage yet, but it’s on the cards. I’m pretty much heterosexual, but I’ve always had curiosity, urges even, to experiment with another guy in bed.

They’d always had some sort of chemistry, a kind of connection. You could even say some kind of lust for each other, since they first met. Every date they’d had since then, they went a little farther, wanted each other a little more than the last time. The first few weeks she thought maybe she just wanted him so badly she thought it was love…but as time wore on, she was proved wrong.
Being around him, this environment, even her newer friends, was changing her. She stopped playing guitar. She loved going to raves, just because of the music.

She lay on her sunlounger, brown body contained within a black and white bikini stretched taut over her soft skin. It was a kind of fifties style bikini that complemented her voluptuous figure perfectly, evoking those old films were women were truly women and breasts were abundant and appreciated.

Dan had a trial in the morning. He had to figure out how to defend some stupid kid who broke into an old woman’s apartment and then got conked over the head with a frying pan. But it might as well have been him on trial, sitting in that chair next to the judge, trying to explain to his wife and three sons how he violated the same rules he had imposed on them.

Her years as a corporate analyst and suburban housewife were hardly good experience for her new career, but money was tight and jobs were few ... an open mind was needed. Leigh had kept the advertisement over a week before making an enquiry. She had even thrown it in the garbage a couple of times, only to retrieve it on both occasions.

A lingerie display at a Victoria's Secret store in the new Green Oak Village Place mall has stimulated a boycott, protest letters and spun off picketers at another lingerie and adult novelty store in nearby Brighton.

The thing is I knew this was going to be no ordinary date. You’d phoned and left one of your deeply sensual stories for me on my mobile. “When I call you I don’t want you to answer the phone,” your husky voice had murmured earlier that day. “I am going to leave you instructions and a special scenario that will leave you in no doubt exactly how much I want you and how hard we are going to play.”

Charlotte was very excited about taking over the handling of the family business and she was sure that she could turn it round and make it profitable again. ‘Wetland Potteries’, a ceramics company, had been founded fifty years ago by Charlotte's father and he had turned it into a major player. Unfortunately a stubborn man, Charlotte's father had refused to go along with the changes and the company had gradually lost market share until there was now the possibility of them being taken over by a rival. Charlotte was trying to arrange new finance and she had an appointment that afternoon with John Clooney, an renowned entrepreneur who had unlimited funds and had indicated that he was willing to invest. If so they could retain their independence. The big problem was that time was short and she had to get funds by the end of the week. Moreover, Mr. Clooney had a difficult reputation.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that people are all too eager to judge on appearances. If someone’s fat, they’re considered lazy; if they’re thin people accuse them of being fashion-obsessed and desperate to impress; and if, like me, they’re blonde and large breasted, there’s only one possible explanation. They’re stupid.