When I dressed that morning, I thought carefully about what I would wear; I wanted to be prepared for whatever may lay ahead.
I slipped on the silky black thong and bra I had bought especially. As soon as I pulled the stockings up I felt the wetness between my legs. There is something about dressing for a man that turns me on and I knew this would be a treat for him. I put my tightest skirt on that I knew showed off my arse but was still respectable office wear. A blouse and heels completed the outfit so I headed for work.

Andy had been away from home for three days now, and I was missing him like crazy. So the moment he stepped through the door, I frowned at him and spat, "Well it took you long enough." Before the poor man had a chance to mollify me, though, I threw myself at him and circled my arms around his neck, kissing him for dear life. Probably surprised, he stood motionless, but a fraction of a second later, I felt his mouth widen into a smile and his arms envelope me in a big bear hug.

She felt his soft fingers stroke the side of her face, as his ran them along her lips he whispered softly in her ear
“I’ve wanted you for so long”
His penis throbbed against her thigh as though trying to prove his words were true.
She wanted him just as much but it was wrong, they couldn’t be together. Yet as he moved his big, warm hands lower to her breast she did not fight back. He stroked and twisted her nipples till they were hard and erect. He knew what he was doing.

A promise of tenderness, the link between ideas and realities. Looking at it from all sides, I get all sorts of ideas.

I glanced and glanced again at this summit I would never conquer. The ascension seemed easy. More of a stroll on a smooth terrain. I am tempted to linger here. But I am pushed by instincts. The climb soon became steeper, the ground rockier.

As the ice begins to melt, my hand high on your thigh I move my fingers around in the water that has been left on you. I take another pierce of ice out, lightly running it over you again starting just above your knee moving it all the way up your leg, stopping at your denim mini skirt

It was a long drive from London to Glasgow, but made sure we left early enough to avoid any kind of traffic. My mind flashed back to last night, and I was reminded of how fantastic the sex was (not that it ever isn't).

"uh...uhh....uhhh.uuuuuhhhhhh...uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh...fuck me harder...faster...uuuuhhhh...uhhhh...uuuhhhhh...."
All he could do was grunt and ram his huge cock into me harder, harder, harder. I was nearing my third orgasm now but he had not even come once yet.

We’ve been together a while, but I never get tired of it. I love to fuck him, and he loves to fuck me.

I get home. It has been a long day, but I'm still feeling horny, and have been thinking about a nice hard fuck all the way home. I want him in me. I want his hands on my breasts, my nipples in his mouth and his face in my pussy. I need it all, and I am going to have it.

We'd been dating for a few weeks now and after dinner tonight I was fully prepared to take this man back to my home for the night of passion I had been dreaming of since our first meeting. If only he knew the times I had thought of him naked, the times I had slipped my fingers into my warm slit and rubbed myself thinking of all the things I wished him to do.

I walked in the cool waves, enjoying the breeze blowing through my hair. His hands touched the small of my back, then slipped round my waist. He suddenly turned me around and kissed me deeply and passionately. my arms encircled his neck and he pulled me closer. My pussy began to throb, nticipating what was in store. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh and it turned me on even more.

David set out a plate of cheese and sliced baguette, a second plate of strawberries and chocolate, and a bucket containing ice and a bottle of champagne. Knowing that Vanessa was always on time, he hurried back inside, grabbing a bouquet of roses off the kitchen counter before standing at the front door. Promptly at 7:00, Vanessa let herself in.

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.

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.

It was fair to say my best friend's brother was hot. Tall, muscular with gorgeous sandy hair and the most intense sea green eyes I've ever seen. I had been working for most of the summer and my friend had invited me over to chill by the pool and sink some margaritas. My friend had some boyfriend issues and spent most of the afternoon on the phone inside, leaving me alone with her beautiful brother.

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.

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.

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.

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.