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.

I've been talking to this tall, dark haired, pale skinned lean guy in his late twenties on and off for a few months. We'd exchanged photos and agreed to meet up soon. He told me he was bi-curious, oh, a term which is bandied about a lot these days, but I had a feeling that with him it was for real. He was broad minded and he was spilling over with sap. I thought there must be something I could do for him, besides the obvious. I thought it may be time for us to seek a potential, willing young male who was ready to do some serious experimenting...

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?

Rachel had not really expected to get any answers to the couple’s ad. It was just meant to be a giggle. But there she was, with a strange man at the end of the phone, inviting them for dinner. It was all such a shock. She just agreed and then after putting down the phone the reality of the situation started to sink in.

“Oh, and remember.... we’re out of lube” my girlfriend announced as she rushed off to work as I happily dozed away, half awake.
“Ok,” I chuckled. I knew exactly what she was referring to. I had tried to force my cock into her arse the other night (quite unsuccessfully, I might add) without such a slippery aid and we were meeting up with our fuck buddy in the week, who has a tendency to get a little nervous and dry on us, despite loving a bit of ass play herself.

It was my birthday the other week. My boyfriend had been hinting that he was going to get me something that he knew I would like and had desired for a long time. When it came to the day however there were the normal gifts and nothing out of the ordinary. After a nice meal and some wine we were sitting on the sofa watching TV when there was knock on the door.

It had been a long, frustrating day, and the presence in the meeting of the attractive sales executive hadn’t helped her with the sexual frustration she had building up. She’d worked some of the tension out in the gym, and had spent a long time in the shower, trying to wash away the rest, but another long bath and a session with the vibrator beckoned, as she shivered in the cold wind and rounded the corner towards her front door.

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.

For Sonny's birthday Jan thought she would treat him to a very special night-in. She took the day off work, tidied up the flat and cooked him his favourite meal for when he got home. After dinner, as she was about to start clearing the plates away, the doorbell rang.
"That'll be the first half of your present, darling, could you get the dorr while I finish up in here?" said Jan.

My name is Rosie and I'm in my third and final year at university. I'm one of only two girls in a flat with three boys. We're are all attractive people but we are all at this point in time single and enjoying it immensly. This is a story about what happened last night after a bit too much to drink...

We are in a bar somewhere. It's busy and there are a lot of people around, some of whom know us. I notice a woman at her own by the bar. She looks familiar but I'm not sure. I walk up and realise it's Jane. I know her but not very well. Mostly drunken chance encounters at parties. Jane is totally different to me. She's calm and laid back with an easy voluptuous sexual vibe to her. Voluptuous is the word for her body too. Beautiful heavy breasts and a gorgeous rounded arse, with a face like a Botticelli angel framed by cascading ringlets. She smiles in surprise as she recognises me.

I have been married to my husband Peter for 9 years now and we were childhood sweet hearts.

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

Was it revenge? was it just the slut in me coming to the fore? or was it an act of self discovery? 20 years later I really don't know but I do know that when I went to the Tuxedo Princess that night I was up for it.

We heard the front door latch click open and then shut. Foot steps padded across the hall and the room was flooded with light as the door opened and a huge figure stood in the door way.

I stared at Mel, but she just smiled and said "Jessy, Meet the rest of the surprise!" I smiled back and felt my pussy swell again...

Kneeling up on the large double bed now, I could see myself in the dressing table mirror. My long dark hair fell down in ringlets, contrasting with the little red dress I had bought earlier that day. My lips were a deep red, as were my toes which were incased in my strappy black heels.

In a night to remember encounter 1, my partner Joe and I had our first taste of group sex. Here, we move in to the world of swinging parties where everything goes and no holes are barred!
Another sexual adventure for me and my ever increasing desires...

There was something about hospitals that really turned Amy on. She had never worked out exactly what it was that made her pussy flood with juices whenever she had to visit some unfortunate relative or friend, but just the thought of the clinical corridors and sterile sheets caused her to flush in horny anticipation.

New Years Day 1988, when I was 18, I went to visit my then boyfriend, Tom, who was 19. We didn't tell my parents that his parents always went out on New Years Day to visit friends and stayed until the following day. It meant we would have the entire day together to do what we wanted, and at that point in our relationship there was only one thing we wanted to do.

We had talked about things a few times, sexy things when we were having sex, to keep it alive and get us horny but I never thought it would ever come to anything. I liked hearing Joe talk dirty as we pleasured each other and I knew he really got off on some of the things he said, especialy the thought of watching me with someone else. Sometimes it was a man he refered to and he would whisper about how he wanted to watch me take another cock, to see my face as I was pounded by someone else, to watch me take another cock deep into my mouth. Sometimes it was woman he described, she would lick me out in a way that would drive me crazy. I would undress and masturbate for her. We would use him in every way possible. They were fantasies, or so I thought, until that day not so long ago.