“Oh my God!” Laura said, with a wild look on her face. “I just saw one of your housemates.” I twisted towards her and screwed my face up into a ‘so-what’ expression. She was so excited that she couldn’t get the words out. “Naked!” Laura threw her hands in the air as though she’d just found out she’d won the lottery; I sank back into the sofa and took another sip of my herbal tea. Perhaps disappointed by my lack of interes...

Your cock was hard, pressed into my back, Without any words, “Please empty my sack!” Roll over; a love-pole beckoning me: “Touch me, taste me, set my come free!” Quench my thirst, I knew that I must, Not wasting your spunk all over my bust. So before your cock had chance to go numb, Into my mouth your purple love-plum. A groan and a moan – I gave you a start! But thrusting your hips towards your blonde tart. Tickle my ton...

It was the wolf-whistle which started it. Justine looked across at me sharply. “See?” My heart had been beating out of my chest from the moment I’d stepped out of the front door dressed as Petra. What had been private had, at that point become very, very public. Anyone could have seen me. “But they won’t see you, Peter,” Justine had said with utmost confidence. “They’ll see a schoolgirl in her gym kit.” “Not if they take...

I’ve got the kind of sex drive which means I often end up doing things I shouldn’t do. When I get the horn, nobody is safe, including my sister’s boyfriends, my female friends, my neighbours… the list is pretty extensive for an 18 year old. I do try and steer clear of married men but sometimes I really can’t help myself. That’s what happened with Dick, my latest boss. Perhaps it was his name: although he liked to be calle...

I was quietly wandering around my neighbour’s room. Again. And I was wearing Justine’s old PE kits – including her bra and navy blue knickers. Again. “I have to admit, seeing the lump of your raging hard-on does something for me,” Justine said, touching up the last of the make-up she had applied to my face. My lips were now a dramatic scarlet and Justine had gone to great pains to highlight my cheekbones and eyes. “Not as...

'Thank fuck that cheating bitch divorced me,' I thought, as I walked into the kitchen. I gave Angela a genuine smile – this girl was making me feel alive again. The smile started with the upturning of my lips, and as Angela smiled meaningfully back, it continued with an upturning of my cock. “Gabi’s gone to get bagels,” Angela said, shaking-out the still-wet mane of thick brown hair. My cock hardened at the information, a...

It seemed like the breakthrough I’d been waiting for. In the six months I’d been dating Mick, he’d chosen not to introduce me to either his friends or family. “It’s part of being a detective,” he said. “Keeping you out of harm’s way and all that.” “Or having me as a bit on the side while he gets on with his real life,” I thought, wondering whether privacy really did go with the territory. That was why I had been so thrill...

Angela’s no Angel, that’s for sure. The girl’s got a great pair of tits and she’s definitely not shy about showing them off - which is a bit of a problem given that she’s my girlfriend’s younger sister. I’d been going out with Tina for a few weeks when she decided it was time for me to meet her parents but it was Angela who made a real impression on me. “Do you like my T-Shirt?” she asked, unzipping her sports jacket to r...

The girl lay on the table,waiting - just waiting.I watched for a few seconds, wondering what was going to happen. The guy was just standing by her side, gently pulling on his cock. It was flaccid, unimpressive and I had a feeling that I had missed the most important part of the scene.Why was the camera still rolling?That was what I wanted to know.So I carried on watching with nothing happening.I was about to hit rewind wh...

She was eighteen; I was sixteen. She was a goddess; I was a spotty little oik - according to my brothers. According to the eighteen-year-old goddess, I was adorable. She claims that she fancied me straight away but I don’t believe her. I still don’t believe anyone could ever fancy me when I’m wearing shorts. “But those shorts meant I could see exactly how much you fancied me,” Sophie explained. “I saw you looking at me an...

“Steak sandwich with the works and a glass of red.” The voice was pretty enough to draw my mind out of the business section's figures – the figures weren't good for anyone still invested in commodities… unlike the figure which had just ordered the steak sandwich. “Very good, Madame. Would you care to...” The waitress snagged my shoe as she pulled the last remaining high stool from the counter. “I am so sorry.” “That's...”...

Ex-Penthouse Pet – that was always the draw; the thing which always made me stand-out from the other girls on the book. No longer the firmest; probably not the prettiest and certainly not the dirtiest. If the guys wanted dirty, they paid extra for ‘Evil Evie’. But Evie was booked - her huge, gravity-defying bra-less tits already scheduled for a soaking in a wet T-Shirt-meets-pissing-contest which pulled in a lot of money....

Oh the miserable and calamitous spectacle! Such as haply the world had not seen since the foundation of it, nor be outdone till the universal conflagration thereof. All the sky was of a fiery aspect, like the top of a burning oven, and the light seen above 40 miles round about for many nights. God grant mine eyes may never behold the like, who now saw above 10,000 houses all in one flame; the noise and cracking and thunde...

“Wait for me!” Adam’s plaintive wail was caught by a sudden gust of wind and slammed into the bus shelter along with what was left of the free daily newspapers. The wind had collected the papers which had been so carelessly discarded around Aldgate bus station and was playing games with them. Adam cursed as a cyclone of newsprint swept over him as he ran but was utterly astonished when the 42 bus came to a halt. If Adam h...

I’d never woken up with another person in the same bed as me. The nuns had strict ideas about things like that. As had my parents. How many days were there in 18 years? That was how many times I’d woken up alone. This time was different. Waking up with a man in my bed, his arm draped casually across my body, with his hand cupping, well almost cupping my breast freaked me out. Just a little. But it was definitely there. A...