“I can’t see you. My Husband is home.” Lisa insisted.
“Please, I ache to be touched by you. You have made me wait so long…”
“I will make you wait further, if you speak to me like that…”
“I thought you wanted to meet today?”
“Well, he’s taken the day off, Sarah. There’s not much I can do…”

I’d like to think of myself as a decent bloke – not sexist, concerned about all the right ‘issues’ – developing countries, war atrocities all of that kind of thing – overall, pretty left wing. And so it’s hard for me to reconcile this with what I want in bed. I wouldn’t call myself extreme – if anything I’m vanilla – but there’s something about seeing a woman writhing beneath me, begging me to come on her that makes me spurt like nothing else. And when I’m fucking, although I’m all for giving the woman pleasure and positively get off on cunnilingus, deep down, really deep down, I want to slam my cock into her and make her squeal.

I smoothed my skirt down nervously as I sat waiting in my car. We’d planned to meet at 12.30 and I was a few minutes early. I hadn’t seen you in six months – not since the day you left the company. We’d chatted plenty on MSN but you’d offered to take me out to lunch for my birthday – way too good an opportunity to pass up! We’d had a long, flirtatious conversation about what we’d be wearing today and I hoped you’d be in jeans as we agreed. You know I can’t resist your arse in jeans – I’ve told you so often enough.

She dropped another marshmallow into the saucepan. It was his favourite concoction of hers – a thick gloopy drink of melted dark chocolate and marshmallows with some cherry liquor. He came up behind her, grabbed her shoulders with his large firm hands and kissed her soft neck. A tingle went up the back of her spine as his soft lips nuzzled her and his hands slipped round to gently massage her breasts. She turned off the hob and closed her eyes as she put her hands behind her back to unbuckle his belt and teasingly stroke his belly button.

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.

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Myself and my partner Paul have a current naughty indulgence. One that involves driving out to secluded spots in the middle of nowhere and anonymously pressing flesh with others in the dark.

These things always start on holiday, don’t they?

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.”

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.

Helen sat down at the breakfast bar,she had just returned from her shopping with her lover.Helen twirled the diamond bracelet on her wrist.She wanted to talk.

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My lover was at his last day of his job. We had discussed a last day blow job from his colleague in his office. She had large perky breasts, a firm body which wiggled and lips that were made to be wrapped around a cock.
I couldn’t resist, I needed to plant the seed of lust to let me see where it would
take me. My first text was; ’Take it there’s a goodbye blow job on the agenda?’
A reply a minute later, ’Park One hotel where I was above you ramming my cock down your throat.’
‘Not me’, I replied, the girl with great breasts and lips to wrap round your cock in the office.’