I went to sleep thinking about you and I wake up thinking about you. This morning I was half asleep and I fantasised that we picked a guy up and took him back to our hotel room. As I was kissssing you and taking your clothes off, he was behind me

The melancholy wail of the alto saxophone lingered in the air as Ian packed up his sax and left the stage. The audience stayed silent until the last vestiges of the notes drifted away, paying homage to the music they’d been moved by before breaking into enthusiastic applause.

It was my best friend Nastasha's 21st birthday and I was dressed to kill. With my tight fitting jeans hugging my slender hips and my low cut black halter exposing just a peek of my tan breasts, I was ready for a night of fun.

Aphrodisiacs is proud to present “The Legend of the Vampiraz” to celebrate all things Halloween, on Friday 27th Oct 10.00pm – 6.00am at a secret Central London location – venue details will be released 24 hours beforehand.

Vinylla (http://www.vinylla.co.uk), the South Coast’s longest running fetish club, is presenting its particular brand of erotic entertainment at a new venue – Charles Street, Brighton - with two dates in November and December, 2006. The first event, Vinylla’s ‘Big Bang’, takes place from 10pm ‘til 3am on Friday November 3.

The van stopped and Julia appeared at my side. She blindfolded me with a scarf, which made me even wetter with excitement, slid me out of the van and carried me with ease in a fireman’s hoist into a building. I was amazed at how strong she was. I was placed on the floor and when she removed my blindfold I saw I was in a large empty room like a workshop, the kind of place you see in crime films or TV series. In the middle of the room was a bed surrounded by lights on stands, which I assumed was where the action would take place. Julia sat on a chair close to me and I drew my knees up to my breasts from an instinctive need to hide my damp crotch. I was nervous of what would happen next. After a few minutes, four men entered through a door in the opposite wall. For a split-second of stabbing fear I thought they were all going to do me. Then I realised that the one dressed differently from the others in a charcoal grey suit – the others wore black – was tied up and gagged like me. And then I realised that he had been brought here to fulfil my fantasy, and I was here to fulfil his!

My name is Jenny and I'm a secondary school teacher, and we were all away for the obligatory annual residential trip - a week in the Brecon Beacons. Some of the older staff moan about having to go, but at twenty seven I'm still young and idealistic enough to get into the spirit of things and enjoy watching the kids learn new experiences. But after seven gruelling hours getting bitten, scratched, wet and filthy in the forest, both my colleague Becky and I couldn't wait to get back to base and the room we were sharing. Especially since we were off the rota this evening and could have a few hours to ourselves.

Mighty Aphrodite take their Erotic Photography on the road this Autumn, attending London's two sexiest Exhibitions.

She eased out of my hands again and bent over, showing her beautiful rounded bottom to my delighted gaze, then reached down to pull up on her black fishnet tights just above her white ankle socks, which revealed her tights to be footless. She carefully peeled off her fishnets over each of her white plimsolls in turn, straightened up and turned around to face me, now dressed only in her tiny black satin panties and her white plimsolls and ankle socks.

His other hand was still painfully gripping, punishing her, even as his free hand drifted almost lazily over her body. “Such a young, beautiful girl you are, Emma. You do not want to condemn yourself to hellfire for a fleeting moment of pleasure, do you?”

She ran along the platform towards the train, her long brunette hair flying out behind her. If she didn’t make this train, she’d be stuck in the middle of nowhere until the following morning.

The infamous Gash Girls will be offering lessons on how to be a Poker Queen at their eponymous monthly parties at the Ivory. The new "Casino Night" Classes will be introduced for the first time at the Gash Girls Party on Wednesday 13th September and will be taught by Lizzie Rowe, a long standing croupier at a Sheffield Casino. An experienced poker player herself, Lizzie says: "It has been proven that women have a big advantage if they sit down at a poker table because men automatically underestimate them. Women are very good at reading people, which makes them naturally good poker players."

This was the type of kiss which sucked your cunt up to your lips, this type of kiss which burnt and hurt and actually raised blisters. Of course I wanted more.

The stiff cardboard was embossed with letters so subtle as to require me to tilt it in the light to be able to read the words etched on its surface.
“The Frisson Ball: for sexual adventurers, libertines and deviants”
I smiled wryly to myself. It would be safe to say that I fitted into all three categories – but then, if the invitation had come from the person I suspected, they already knew that. As I typed in the ‘private’ web address on the invitation and read about the delights on offer, my cock swelled in anticipation. This was one party I had no intention of missing.

She tentatively pushed the door open and the sound of running water filled her ears. He was in the shower, and that thought danced around her mind and increased her determination.

Of course she knew this was wrong: she had run out of reasons why she should turn back, but all of them had escaped her now. Only one thought filled her mind, and that was him.

It’s Saturday night and I’m bored. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence. It takes a lot to keep me entertained: I’m very much a ‘live fast, die young’ kind of person, I guess. Unless a weekend contains sex, drugs and rock’n’roll, it feels like something’s missing.

My heart stopped when I read the folded pages. They were all written in Carolyn’s hand and talked about how she lies awake at night thinking about him. I wondered whom she could be talking about. I read a little further and soon had my answer.

I've had an awful day at work, and I can't wait to get home to you. As I close the door behind me, I sigh with relief at being home. Before I can think, I feel strong arms come around me from behind, pulling me against a hard body. My heart beat quickens, and a hand comes over my mouth before I can cry out.

She'd never done anything like this before though it had long been her favourite fantasy. She'd always wondered what other women would feel like, another female body against hers, breasts and cunts touching. The closest she'd ever come before was the occasional flirtation in internet chat rooms - she felt safe there in her anonymity, scared of actually acting out the fantasy. But now it was happening...

It should have been a perfect evening but Chloe was already bored...
“Having fun?” a smooth voice whispered in her ear.
She jumped in surprise and turned around to see who had spoken. Stefan grinned satanically at her in the fading light and she felt her insides lurch in a sudden rush of desire.