The drone of the jet engines had a soothing effect on me and I felt myself relaxing, finally. My hubby and I were taking a weekend break to Amsterdam. I had been toying with the idea for the last couple of weeks and decided it was now or never. Due to a ridiculous deadline set by his newest client, my workaholic husband was driving himself into an early grave, and things had gotten so bad, it seemed like we were living se...

“Jules, is that you?” Daniel’s voice exploded in my ear. “Yes, It’s me,” I murmured drowsily, hoping I was dreaming, especially when my half closed eyes registered the time on the alarm clock. Jesus, three thirty in the morning, was he fucking mad? Even though I fervently wanted to return to the land of nod, the urgency in Danny’s voice seemed to cajole me into consciousness. “Jules, are you there?” His voice was insisten...

Pulsating music and breathtaking special effects fill the Amsterdam Arena, and Sensation 2014 is a fact. The theme is burlesque, and we stood there open-mouthed as the giant elongated central stage opened up like flower petals, amidst swirls of dry ice and fantastic lights and lasers illuminating the whole stadium. Sexy dancers with tight bodies, dressed in revealing and risqué designer costumes, were suspended from the c...

You feel something vibrating against your leg and freeze, momentarily enjoying the pleasant sensation. Realising your mobile phone isn’t stopping, you reluctantly reach inside the pocket of your trouser suit and pull out the device. As you open the home screen of your Apple smart phone, you see an e-mail notification. The message is from me and your curiosity is piqued. You decide to steal a quick glance, despite being in...

I turned up the volume as Rammstein's industrial dance music began filling my car with heavy sounds. Sitting snugly in the driving seat I began moving my body to the rock guitars riffs and with my head bobbing to the pulsating rhythm, I was really in the groove. I was on my way back to Holland from a dirty weekend in Hamburg and this sort of music helped pass away the time and kilometres. My joy was short lived because as...

Simon’s story The disco was rubbish. Held in the function room of a pub hotel it was about as festive as an undertaker’s reception room. I'd been sitting there alone, quietly drinking my beer, whilst resentfully watching all my mates on the dance floor. I couldn’t believe their behaviour, taking every chance they have to get a quick feel and what’s more I couldn’t believe the women were letting them get away with it. I kn...

Thursday afternoon 2.20 pm The two men timed their thrusts, one pushing in while the other pulled out. It meant there wasn't a given moment when Dana’s orifices weren’t being ravaged by hard cocks. The double-barrelled action created a sensual roller coaster ride and wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. Unable to contain the depth of her ecstasy, Dana threw her head back and, with eyes closed, moaned loud...

Chapter 1 I stared down at my useless laptop, lying unperturbed on the passenger’s seat, and gripped the steering wheel tighter. A feeling of frustration was coursing through my body and a glimpse at the speedometer confirmed that I was driving well over the posted speed limit. Sod’s law said that the way things were going today, it would be no surprise if I was pulled over and fined. Wearily I let out a long slow breath...

I made my way through the throng of people in the ballroom of City hall. My bladder was at bursting point and was getting painful. On finding the restrooms I entered the one marked gentlemen. A low whistle escaped my lips. 'So this is how my taxes are spent,' I thought as I marveled at the plush décor. Standing there, I was conscious this room wasn't the only thing of ornate beauty that had caught my eye this evening. Mrs...

Sally Brightwall looked at her fiancé’s boss and an immediate feeling of anxiety swept over her. Although he was smiling pleasantly, the dangerous glint in his eyes told her enough. "What do you want Stephan?" she asked coldly, already suspecting the answer. "If you think I'm gonna get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, forget it. I'll take my chances. When Peter finds out what you've done, he'll kick the shit out of yo...

I’m just dying to tell someone about what happened last weekend. Actually, I shouldn't say anything but if I don’t, I’ll just burst. For the first time in a very long time, life, except for an occasional guilty feeling, couldn't be better.It all started a couple of months ago when my boiler began making an awful racket. The hot water was defying the trades descriptions act and the central heating was there only in name. L...

Thursday afternoon 1.35 pm Before approaching Dana from behind, Robert Cranton-Smith had unzipped his fly and fished out his erection in anticipation of her reaction. After wrapping his arms around her, he pushed his huge manhood into her shapely rear-end. Dana felt the hard flesh nestle between her buttocks, despite her tight skirt. She reached for it, and even with Robert's body pressing against her, she slipped her han...

Sally Brightwall was on one of London’s famous double-decker buses going down the Marsh Wall Rd. She was on her way to the Harbour Exchange Square, where the London Exchange Tower could be found. This new sixteen storey high skyscraper, comprising of not one, but two giant fortifications, was just one of many modern office blocks that rose from what once was waste ground, and now formed the heart of London’s Docklands. Lo...

Thursday afternoon, 12.40 pm Dana Jones stood in front of the vanity units in the office restroom and regarded herself critically in the enormous mirrors. Her dark shoulder length hair normally pulled back into an ugly bun, was loose and wild looking. The tiny amount of make-up she usually wore wouldn't have turned any heads in Los Angeles more popular singles bars, let alone the office, and that was fine. However, Dana w...

Thursday afternoon, 2:00 pm   "Come on, Mark, fuck me… get on with it… yes… yes… oooh… that's it, Mark, let me feel it deep in me,” Dana moaned as Mark's searing hot flesh pierced her pink wetness.  Her ragged breathing filled the office as his huge, thick cock jack-hammered into her silky hot tunnel. "Ooh, you fucking bastards," she groaned, head hanging down in a gesture of submission.  Dana Jones, a tall, lithe, attrac...