Having lounged in bed following an intense hour of lovemaking, we had to hustle to get to our courses. We travelled together and arrived just as classes began for the day. I kissed her and she ran to her workshop. She was a beautiful sight as she ran down the corridor, her long dark hair weaving a frantic tapestry as she moved. I smiled, walked to my room and ambled inside to a severely angry look on the teacher's face. I...

Sorcha was very good at what she did. Her technique had obviously been honed to perfection over years of working in the sex industry. She moved around the head of my penis with ease and alacrity and the sensations that she generated in me were totally new and eye wateringly erotic. Her hand and oral manipulations were soft and non-invasive and the pleasure that built within me was causing a maelstrom to build up inside my...

As I approached Eva’s hall door, I walked with trepidation in every step. I had thought long and hard since the chat with my mother and it was all rolling around in my head as I took the brass knocker in my hand and rattled it gently against the frame. I needed a sense of where she was, emotionally. But that all disappeared in a cloud of love as she opened the door and smiled at me. She looked like an angel. She smiled an...

It’s all I’ve left, A lone stray hair, A fading scent, An empty chair. T’was on our bed, Just lying there, Her natural curl, A lone stray hair. It wasn’t dark, It wasn’t fair, The colour of gold, A lone stray hair. A perfect picture, A pigeon pair, While in my hand. A lone stray hair. I shed a tear, She wasn’t there, Just me, my pain, And a lone stray hair. In the morning light, When my soul is bare, In the evening dusk,...

I decided to do some research on the requirements for hygiene and the avoidance of any unwanted health implications. Having perused various sites, it became clear that hygiene was as important, if not more so, to the girls themselves. Nearly every profile included a requirement for the client to shower immediately upon entering the setting for the appointment. I assumed it would be good policy to only visit girls with thi...

I stood in line at the Harmonstown Post Office, waiting for my turn to be called to the counter. The State Pension Day queue was always a pain in the arse; that's why I only collected it every four weeks. It was also a nice little few bob sitting happily in my back pocket to supplement the three days I worked every week, checking energy losses in houses for NSK Energy, a large multinational Energy Auditing company operati...

Melissa clung to me as she writhed against the back of my fingers. My fingernails scraped along the soft skin of her Mons, the feeling of her skin contrasting with the slight feel of the light fabric of her thong as she moved seductively higher and lower on her toes. I laid her on the bed, slipping her thong from her body smoothly, as she moved her hips to assist me. Her legs parted widely and gave my lips access to her v...

The phone dinged a text through my subconscious brain at 7:10 as I slept beside Penny in London. It was Peter. "Call me," was the message. "For what?" I texted back. "I need to talk to you, urgently." "I'm about to wake this beautiful model up in the nicest way she has ever been woken in her life." "Carry on then, don't let me disturb something of greater import." "What do you need?" "Her thong." "The one from last night...

In a bit of a hurry on a Friday morning, I zoomed into a parking space outside The Coffee Drop, high on life and low on energy. I was depending on an infusion of caffeine and The Coffee Drop was just the ticket this morning. In my haste to get to the door while the queue was short, I bumped into a woman who was leaving, almost spilling the drinks she was carrying in her hands. "Hey!" she said, "Mind where you're going." "...

I was outside the gates of Eva's job at 4:00 sharp. She worked in the offices of Applied Magnetics, an American tech company in the Clonshaugh Industrial Estate, less than half a mile from our houses and a walk of about twenty minutes from home. She came through the doors accompanied by two other of the female staff and she waved happily when she saw me leaning against my car, having a smoke. I waved back and smiled at he...

She closed her eyes and experienced the music. My fingers danced in the ballroom of her pubic mound, soft ginger strands exciting the nerve endings in my fingers as they moved gently and unhindered through her well-trimmed and sensuous thatch. She murmured her approval and reached behind her to touch my face. "That's nice, Derek," she whispered. She took my hand and moved it slightly downwards, parting the lips of her lab...

As I walked into The Coffee Drop, the morning sky was stretching its limbs of light, casting an eerie glow on the streets of north Dublin City. It was a chilly April morning and I was wearing just a suit jacket with a light shirt and tie underneath. There were two customers waiting for their morning caffeine fix and I joined them at the register, where Tina was busily attending to them. "There you are, Dreamboat," she sai...

Following the site meeting I found myself requiring a visit to the site bathroom. Upon returning to the meeting room, Peter, instead of having made ready to depart the site, as expected, was examining Marie’s thong. He had it laid flat on the table top and was running his middle finger over it. “Having fun?” I asked him. “This is a curious garment, young master,” he said. “How so?” “Well I’ve held it up to the light and w...

Running a little late on a dark, rainy morning in Dublin, I decided to be hung for a sheep instead of a lamb and stopped off for a restorative coffee. The Coffee Drop makes a consistently good brew and the staff are fantastic fun, but don’t tell them I said that. I pushed open the door that never shuts. Samira, or Sammie as she was christened, was behind the counter. She’s pretty straight-laced, so they wind her up a lot....

I cried off work the next day and remained in bed until after 10:00. Fending off recriminations was a hobby of mine and I refused to allow it to infiltrate my brain. Yes, I’m an alcoholic. Yes, I’ll always be an alcoholic. Yes, I deal with it on a day by day basis. Yes, it can be difficult. There were supports in place for me and I used them when it was appropriate. I also used the crutches of support that were always ava...