Damien was the first man I ever fucked on business terms for something other than cash or drugs. However, the transaction was similar, as I was providing a service in order to get a discount on a product. The primary difference with this transaction compared to others from my past was that this time, I didn’t need it. I didn’t need to fuck anybody to get a damn thing – not anymore. But for some unexplainable reason, I sure as hell still wanted to.

He was older than me, blonde with green eyes and a sardonic grin. He worked at my local bar and always flirted with me. Sadly, he also flirted with most of the other women there. I wanted him the second I saw him. Some part of me wanted to break down his arrogance and get him begging for release. Little did I know that my dream would come true.

“I’d really like to pork you.”
The belch that followed this erotic request only served to emphasise the charm of the speaker, an obvious City boy with a face that had the puffiness of a heavy drinker who lived on junk food, and a body that, though slim, hinted at imminent rebellion around the stomach. I guessed that he was in his twenties, money-obsessed and used to getting his own way. But, glancing at the object of his ‘affections’, I had to concede one point. He had good taste.

I was to meet up with him, already so hot and horny that I could do nothing but pounce upon him like a hungry lioness. I turned up at his flat in my sexiest push up bra and thong, and the tightest dress I owned, knowing very well I wouldn't be wearing them for long.

Sometimes we see things we are not meant to. I am one of those people it happens to, but the time I am going to tell you about, I have kept secret from everyone I know. I haven't even told my friends, especially not my best friend Kate. She would be mad if she knew what I had witnessed.

It seemed odd to think of it not raining, such was the weather that Welsh autumn. There had been something lovely about it, but that had naturally given way to frustration. But today a fuzzy edge
gave the weather a comical side, the benefit of a long week and an overdue glass of wine at an unspeakably early hour.

My name is Countess Adrianna Felitania De Fortescue and yesterday (April 10th 1757)I married a count. Not by my own choice you see, but Maman insisted I would be rich and live in a lovely home until yesterday and that we were a good match and I don't think I will ever forget my wedding day as long as live. I am eighteen years old and now the Countess of Delayne and in the past day I have learned to do things that I did not even know existed.

I had been in the States six months and to say I was skint was an understatement. It not easy being a student in LA and although my parents funded the majority of my studies there was precious little left over for fun. My mate Jasper had quietly told me about a little sideline he had gotten into that i might be interested in. At first I was shocked but now I was definately coming round to the idea which was how I found myself at an office complex in downtown LA.

Finally, I am in your arms again. A hotel room, soft lights, I have waited for this long enough, but I am in no hurry to get anywhere. I know you are mine for tonight and I intend to take full advantage of you.

It is really amazing the way we can just be taken over by the moment. Things we wouldn't ordinarily do. I am a happily married woman in my forties, faithful to my husband, but recently the most extraordinary thing happened to me.

"I'll run us a bath." Will whispered in Rosina's ear. She felt her heart beat a tattoo against her ribs. She knew what was going to happen tonight...and she was scared. Never having been with a man before, Rosina was inexperienced and virginal. Will assured her he would wait forever and would be ready when she was. This put her mind at ease. But now they were married. She wanted so much to give herself to Will - she loved him with all her heart and knew that tonight was the night.

Mary Lynn had arrived at her hotel room in late afternoon and nothing was due to start at the conference until the next morning but travel arrangements could not be made otherwise in order to get her to the conference on time. She hadn’t wanted to attend, having read all the information that was to be covered in the trade magazines earlier, but her bosses had insisted.

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.