Saturday, 4th December 2010, 10 pm. Velvet Club, Old Town, Barcelona Once the crowd, even the adoring fans and Salvat’s closest guests, had cleared the room, only Julia the woman in the beret, Karen, and her defeated opponent remained. The thick silence shattered when James barged in with a couple of towels. "Your things are in the bathroom," he reported with his usual efficiency. Karen squeezed her new conquest’s forearm...

I didn’t know what was happening to me. I didn’t use to masturbate that much, but it was all I could think about since I met Asher. He didn’t want me to come, so every time I touched myself, it was also a battle of willpower to stop in time. I could not concentrate on work that day. I worked in HR, and all the administrative work made my mind wander elsewhere. All I could think about was Asher’s intense gaze. Just thinkin...

I live and work in Colorado Springs. I am an attorney and also a Deacon, an unpaid volunteer, in the largest non-denominational Megachurch in the city. My wife and I are not religious. I fell into the position because of an active, high-ranking, church-going friend that encouraged me to apply, even though I only intermittently attended. I figured it wouldn’t hurt my law practice to be connected to a large body of people....

To recap, if you've not read the first stories, then a bit about ourselves. We met when 17, were engaged when 18 and gave our virginities to each other a few months after getting engaged. We married at 19 and enjoyed the company of other couples, and my wife Carol enjoyed a gangbang whilst we were on holiday abroad. Our jobs were paying well, and life was good until the recession struck. By chance, we met a couple of simi...

This story is partly true. I will leave it to you, the reader, to decide where the paths of reality and fiction diverge. It is, hopefully, the first in a series of partly true stories that could have happened if a different comment, action, or opportunity had presented itself. It all depends on how this story is received, whether I write some more. I hope you enjoy it. My name is Joy. I am 35 years old, and I consider mys...

It has been taking me a long time to write about this next experience. I remember at the time how torn I was because I was a married woman, but I was having sexual relations with 3 men, sometimes in the same week! Scott from the previous story, M from two stories ago, and my husband. Was I becoming a slut? Once again, my husband put it properly. He told me that if it were a guy, he would be living the time of his life. Wh...

Fiona was a good wife. She was loyal, trustworthy and drop-dead gorgeous. She had married Richard when she was young. She had barely turned 20 while Richard was already 29. Richard came from old money and had only ever known an easy life. He grew up in a 16-bedroom house consisting of 5 house assistants (or servants as they were previously known) and had never earned calloused hands. They'd fallen in love during Fiona's i...

Upon returning home, I found it difficult to get Tamra out of my mind. I was constantly thinking about her. The awesome sex we had, her sweet tits and juicy pussy, the way she sucked my cock, and the time she pushed her fingers in my bottom all stayed with me. I remembered how tight she felt when I had my cock inside her pussy. I knew she was married, so I didn’t want to interfere with that, but I did want her with me. We...

I live and work in Colorado Springs. I am an attorney and also a Deacon, an unpaid volunteer, in the largest non-denominational Megachurch in the city. My wife and I are not religious. I fell into the position because of an active, high-ranking, church-going friend that encouraged me to apply, even though I only intermittently attended. I figured it wouldn’t hurt my law practice to be connected to a large body of people....

I met Lauren while working at a vintage vinyl record store in New Jersey, just nineteen but already renting my own small apartment nearby. I tended to dress in black concert tee-shirts and slim blue jeans with flared bell-bottoms, much as my own mother had during her youth. Lauren, by comparison, visited my small shop in a petite floral dress that emphasized all of her feminine curves, complemented by high-heel pumps. She...