It’s not been a good few weeks. The kids, work, bills, the usual things. We said that we would try to get some time together and talk about how things were going. How we were feeling about ourselves.

Imagine my typical evening: I wake up spontaneously at 2:00, and as soon as I realise I'm awake my cock starts to swell in anticipation of what's next. I haven't gotten off in a couple weeks, so I'm pretty desperate. I sneak out of bed (careful not to wake my wife), get some AstroGlide and a towel from the bathroom, and shut myself into the family room in the dark, laying down on the spare bed, fully erect and aching.

The evening had gone well. My boss had seemed pretty pleased, but was it the food and drink or what my partner was wearing? I was sure at one point, when I saw a smile on his face that he had seen her stocking tops when she had bent down to retrieve a dropped spoon.

I have the world's horniest wife. Last night while we were chilled out on the bed watching a XXX video, I left the room for a minute to get a drink. On my return I was delighted to find her stretched out on the bed lying on her front, wearing her favourite sexy black stockings and nothing else.

I was confronted by a wonderful sight on my way to work. A woman cyclist had the sexiest bum I have ever seen. She was wearing a skin tight pair of black leggings and it was painfully obvious that she had no knickers on underneath.

Another Wednesday. Another tube strike. After a hellish journey my girlfriend and I had finally ended up home. We collapsed on the couch wishing to God that we didn't have to entertain friends that evening. We smoked a spliff and relaxed, cuddling together. Unfortunately our cleaner hadn't left yet and was still pottering around.

I've been waiting to meet you for so long. And now, we're alone together. I hold you in my arms and kiss you so passionately that you forget where you are.

Sarah was kneeling on the floor, her eyes and mouth wide open. I looked into her dark brown eyes and smiled. She dropped her gaze and took a grip of the erect cock in front of her face. Her tongue flicked out, tickling the tip and pulling away a thin strand of fluid from it. I took a sharp breath of pleasure and remained transfixed by the sight.

Lisa and I were on holiday in Sri Lanka. Ten days to unwind from the stress of work and escape to a quiet and idyllic paradise. We were in a small secluded resort with individual lodges that fronted the soft sand, the Indian Ocean lapping gently only a few feet from our patio.

Joe and Lisa met in the bar. It was a standard pick-up for both of them. Eyes meeting, faltering and nervous smiles exchanged, offers of drinks made and accepted, hands touching, lips then tongues devouring each other, bodies pressing together, “My place” whispered by Lisa, a quick retreat to the taxi rank and on into her hallway, where we find them now.

Lisa and I had been having an affair for quite a few months when the office Christmas party came round. An evening of trying to look like ‘friends’ whilst throwing each other knowing glances every now and again when the boss wasn’t looking was almost as exciting as the quick snog’s we exchanged when timing our trips to the toilets together or the gentle stroking of each other when waiting at the crowded bar.

I called out "Are you ready?" already knowing the answer. After twelve years together I knew you would be at least another ten minutes applying the little make-up you needed.The en-suite bathroom was tiny and I had to squeeze past you at the sink to reach my after-shave.

Saturday night. 4am. My girlfriend and I were in the back of a taxi returning from the club still wide-eyed and racing from the dancing and speed.

Claire and I had been engaged for six months. The wedding was arranged, invitations sent and caterers booked. With two weeks to go before the the big day, I asked Claire if there was anything she wanted to do before she became my wife. She was quite a raver when we met and had settled down since meeting me. She said she wanted to go out on the town and prove to herself she still had 'it'.

We are relaxing on the sofa, fully sated from our earlier meal. A bottle of red wine is rapidly depleting, as we let the stresses of the day dissipate. The television is on, some romantic comedy is being shown, although we are not really watching it. I massage her feet as we talk about everyday things, how our day’s gone, making plans for a trip away this weekend. I hear a comment the leading man makes on the film, some jokey remark about how he wants to be dominated by a woman.

The two avoided eachother for the rest of the afternoon, and Carmen retreated to the bathroom to draw herself a bath. The warmth of the water and the popping of bubbles against skin were undeniably sensual, and images of the afternoon flashed before her. The sex had been a revelation and ordinarily she would have relished the chance to pleasure herself as she reimagined the scene, but she was wracked with anguish at the thought of having betrayed her best friend. The bath was cold by the time she resolved to tell Yasmin the awful truth.

Carmen was woken from her reverie by a yelp. Yasmin had spotted her and ran to throw her arms around her. Setting her bag to the floor, she ran to meet her and the two girls span in a warm and welcoming embrace. It was exquisite to feel the warmth of her friend's hug, and she was comforted by the familiar musk of their soft skins touching again.

Carmen was excited to finally be visiting London. The weekly emails from her best friend Yasmin, recounted adventures in the big city, and encounters with its inhabitants, but there was no substitute for being there in the flesh. The past week had been a thrilling blur of anticipation, what with the prospect of seeing her oldest friend again and the thoughts of all the new experiences that awaited her.

The work Christmas party was going full swing and by nine o'clock most guests were drunk. I sneaked through the exit doors with Petina to have a quick spliff on the stairwell. We heard the sounds of sex as we climbed the stairs. I went red and Petina giggled.

It's a dark winter's evening. Even though it's around 6pm it looks more like 10pm, it's cloudy, and it looks like rain. I'm sitting at the back of a double decker bus; the whole bus is packed with people travelling home from work.