After going through some tough times, seventeen year old, Chloe Wilson, was encouraged by her therapist to record her diaries on tape. It was a way to try and get her to open up and talk out loud about her feelings, but Chloe rebelled and the tapes ended up being less about her emotional past and more just a diary about her explorations into adolescent life and the discovery of all things sexual. Listen to her recordings...

My hands scrambled in a fruitless attempt to hold onto his muscular, slippery flesh. We were both coated in a thin layer of sweat, caused by our rhythmic coitus dance; bodies entwined together, sharing the mutual pleasure of fornication. My breasts bounced with every thrust of his cock, which moved like a piston inside the depths of my soaked pussy. I was so full and stretched to my limit. My eyes tired in their attempt t...

They say the eyes are the windows to our souls and if that’s the case he could see straight into the very depths of mine. I was rooted to the spot; unable to stop what I knew shouldn’t be happening, all because I didn’t want it to stop. The dark blue of his irises were barely visible as his pupils grew to capture enough light in the dimly lit bar. I don’t think I’ve ever been caught in such an intense, lustful stare in al...

Arnoldo’s Restaurant - Wednesday 23rd, 9.30p.m There was something so intensely erotic about that night. In all my years in the restaurant business I’d never felt anything like it. It was surprising, not only that it was a Wednesday and the restaurant was half full, but also because of the palpable sexual desire that permeated the atmosphere in the room. I watched from my place behind the bar, with one eye on my staff, th...

I’m alone, but in my mind you’re with me. My fingers are lightly grazing across my naked skin, and I sigh with wistful thoughts of you. (Sighs) I want you. You know I want you. (Giggle) Is it because I know I can’t have you that my mind torments me? Soft moans reveal my arousal at the mere prospect of getting hold of you. (Moans) My hand is trailing south; the slight caress of my fingertips is sending shivers around my bo...

I’d waited so long because I knew it was the last time. We were in the special place I had created. The sea lapped against the shore and the sun was setting on the horizon. It was casting beautiful warm colours across the sky. His hot, naked and toned body pressed against mine beneath the white cotton sheets. On our four-poster bed, surrounded by sheer drapes, my paradise island was around me, but the location didn’t matt...

My phone rang. My heart pounded like the fast beats of my ringtone, which would have been playing had it not been on silent. I answered the call, “Hello.” “Where is he?” his deep strong voice said. “I can see him in the next room. He’s asleep on the sofa." “Touch your cunt for me.” “What!? I can’t. He might wake up.” “Do it.” I slid my hand down and under my panties. I could feel the heat before my fingers touched my slic...

We go about our days absorbed in our own lives; getting on with our business in our own little bubbles. We pass each other with fleeting glances and are mostly unaware of our instinctual habit of subconsciously assessing the people and world around us. We also have our own pleasures in life. It’s usually something that takes the focus away from the daily grind; for some girls its shoes, others handbags. April Wilkinson, h...

What did I expect when I left that morning? Nothing? Everything? Maybe both? I don't even know if I would call what I felt 'expectations'. Dreams I think would be a better word. Dreams the likes of which most girls can only, well, dream of! John Stone was offering me those dreams. Me! Verity Rose Eldridge! It was so impossible to believe that I could barely say it out loud! Even now, I'm not sure how to put it all into wo...

Totally unexpected, that’s the only way to describe it. I hadn’t been prepared for him taking part of my heart. I hadn’t even realised there was a part of my heart left to take. I know him from work. He’s my boss of sorts, his position in management. I see him in meetings and read his memos; they always make me smile, he has such a way with words. I say work, but my time’s given on a totally voluntary basis. I do it for t...

There’d been pacing, self-doubt, and the usual butterflies in her stomach. She had painted on her bright, fiery red lipstick, applying the last of her mask that was Miss Carmine. She regarded herself in the mirror. The new club owner was going to be in the audience tonight and she needed to perform her best. With that thought spiralling, the battle commenced. “You can get that new lighting guy for sure,” she thought. “He’...

I loved the way you treated me last night, with your raw and powerful energy. You were so consumed with desire that your usual restrained ways could no longer be maintained. As I run my fingers through my hair, I feel the bruising from your eagle’s grip on my scalp; I remember. My head was mercilessly held firm. Your hips pushed up and forced your rock hard manliness deep into my watering mouth. You really rammed into my...

Wednesday: Eight Fifty-Nine p.m. She stood at his door. In one hand a single red rose, her other poised and ready to knock. Her heart beat wildly and her head spun with a heady mixture of fear and pure excitement. Her mind was full with the expectation of what was about to happen to her body; her insides ached from her high state of arousal. Like a ripe peach her womanhood was bursting with sweet juice; ready for someone...

Pre-Dinner DrinksMarcus Taylor could tell she wasn’t enjoying herself. He’d seen enough genuine smiles at these corporate Christmas events that he could spot a fake one a mile off. It was a shame, he was sure if someone could pull a real smile to her lips she would be the most gorgeous woman in the room. Perhaps he’d have to give her a reason to smile. Thoughts of him slamming his cock into her high-class cunt filled his...

I watched her out of the corner of my eye. My hand in my pocket with the feel of her damp, cum soaked panties scrunched in my palm. I watched as she opened the envelope. She read my words. I thought about what those words meant. I was going to fuck her. I was going to make her body feel things she didn’t know possible and all whilst I looked her firmly in the eyes. There would be no need for a blindfold this time. The tim...