The first week back at home from our Spanish holiday was almost as exciting. Pete told me that he was more than pleased with the way I had adapted to the lifestyle and it had all turned him on so much that I had to describe over and over the three different and satisfying bits of fun I'd managed to find. Pete was rampant and I found it was turning me on as much too, because as I described everything in detail, it made me...

The thoughts of my first night with a stranger in the holiday hotel were uppermost in my mind all the next day. I thought it was strange, however, that my partner, Pete, never mentioned it. He carried on as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. We spent most of the day by the hotel pool, relaxing, and both of us reading novels. I wondered if I'd done something wrong. I was looking forward to the evening and hop...

Poor Pete, my partner. I had been ravaged by my lover from Holland, Johann. But it had left me very sore. There was no way I could think about Pete thrusting into me as I told him every detail. "I'm sorry darling," I started, "but I'm afraid I'm out of action for a while. Do you want me to tell you about it now, or shall we wait until I'm OK again?" "Just tell me a little for now," he replied. "A hand job would be good if...

Pete had been completely honest with me. He told me exactly what he wanted before I moved in with him, and I had agreed to his demands. In truth, I was looking forward to it. The first few weeks of living together were wonderful. We had such a lot to catch up on, we made love most nights, and I discovered that Pete was an awesome lover even though he was ten years older than me. His oral skills were better than anything I...