What makes someone deserve the title of the best I've ever had? It is, after all, quite a title to bestow upon someone; king of all the fucks. Is it their technique? The number of times they can make you cum? Or, perhaps the amount of time they spend fucking you senseless? Could it be a combination of all those things?  I’m not quite sure what made me crown my king, but maybe if I describe what it’s like to be fucked by h...

The water laps against the bank of the lake. The sun streams through the branches of the trees. A beautiful setting, for such a shameful act. My fingers dig into the earth, grappling to hold onto something, anything to stop me marking your skin. Your head is buried between my legs. A masterful and skilled tongue causing pleasure so great it's difficult not to cry out. You bring me to my climax; filling me with happiness....

Our eyes locked and we shared a look of mutual appreciation and desire. He strode over to me and kissed me passionately. It was the sort of kiss that instantly caused my animalistic side to come to the surface. Our lips pressed hard against each other’s and our tongues intertwined. Hands wandered all over each other’s bodies. With a dirty giggle, I broke away from the kiss and dropped to my knees in front of him. I was go...

Her brown hair was sticking to her face with sweat and cum. The make-up she’d carefully spent an age applying was smudged and smeared. Her usually sparkling blue eyes were tinged with red and slightly puffy from watering, but the look behind them was one of pure, dirty fulfillment. And she’d definitely been filled.As she regarded herself in the increasingly steamed up mirror of the rented, luxury studio apartment, the mis...

He’d left it in plain sight knowing she’d find it when she walked in from work. A simple envelope folded from the finest red paper. It rested on the branches of the Christmas tree, which was adorned with soft white glowing lights and silver ornaments. It was Christmas Eve, but the moment her eyes came to rest upon it she knew it was to be opened straight away.Her heart raced and she was filled with the giddy, enchantment...

Have you ever been addicted to something? I mean really addicted, like when you have an overpowering need to experience something that you know is good. When you want it so much that you risk the pleasure it brings, transforming from a moderate indulgence into craving it. Even when logically, you know you risk destroying it for good, but you just can’t help yourself. For me, my addiction is you. I have an overpowering lus...

Thanks for letting me come round. This has been burning inside me for days now – it’s driving me mad, keeping me up nights. I’m sure Alec’s noticed something’s wrong. I can’t hold it in anymore, I have to tell someone. You know, a release valve. And – well, I know you won’t judge. In fact knowing you, I think you’ll probably enjoy it. Just try not to enjoy it too much.You know already, don’t you? It happened – with Declan...

What is it they say about things coming in threes? Well, I certainly felt like it was the case after the nights events. It’s five a.m. and I’m immersed in the hot, bubbly, sweet scented water, but even after scrubbing I can’t get rid of the smell of them. Mints, mouthwash and toothpaste don’t take the taste of them away. No amount of bathing or cleaning will work in cleansing the acts which I have done. Nothing will allow...

Let me tell you what I want. I want you to know what gets me hot and worked up. What you can do to me to get my juices flowing freely from my pussy. I want you to fill me. I want your cock buried so deep inside me that I see stars and my whole body shakes from the pounding you’re giving me. I want you to fuck me, until your cock explodes plastering my pussy with your creamy load. I’m naked and on the bed, just waiting for...

I had imagined bumping into him so many times. I’d played out the conversations and different situations, pictured what it would be like to actually see him in person for the first time in sixteen years. It would then frustrate me to think that we had spent so many years at school together, in such close proximity, yet I’d never really known he’d existed, or knew that he even knew who I was. So many times throughout our l...

July 1st 2013 I had just started a long shift behind the bar and I wasn’t in the mood for being friendly to customers. I’d had a row with my boyfriend, Chris, before I’d left the house. I can’t even remember what the row had been about; it was that meagre and irrelevant. The cause of the arguments never stayed put in my mind because the rough make up sex would always wipe my memory of the reasons why. Thankfully, the bar...

I come into your office and close the door behind me. I could lock it, but what I’ve got planned is all the more naughty with the extra risk of getting caught. Without a word to you, I walk around your desk and slide my bum on the wooden surface. Kicking off my stilettos, my hosiery clad feet find a position on the arms of your office chair. It gives you a clear view up my stocking clad legs, all the way to sheer panties....

This is the third installment of Chloe Wilson's Diaries. Previously, she lost her virginity in the back of a car at the park. This time she finds herself at a party at a local pub. What will she get up to this time?

This is the second installment of Chloe Wilson's Diaries. After a close encounter with Dave at the house party in part one, Chloe meets him again in the park. This time things go a bit further. Listen as she recounts her tale. 

“Here will work just fine,” Eduardo pointlessly shouted to Felicity, over the deafening howl of the wind. His face was covered with a scarf, snood and goggles, which made it impossible to see what he was saying. His muffled words were picked up by the wind and carried away, but in that moment it was fear that caused Felicity’s deafness to intensify. All around her, the world had turned to a blur of fast moving, piercingly...