Santa Claus gently twisted his wrists right and down, expertly guiding the reindeer train pulling his sleigh out of the cloud cover and towards a large house a few miles outside Raufarhöfn on the northwest coast of Iceland. This was the last visit on his epic annual journey and had been for a number of years. The route had expanded and lengthened over time to cope with the demand that followed population growth and his no...

What was I doing, completely naked on a sofa in someone else’s house, an equally naked couple who I’d met in person for the first time only about an hour beforehand, with my eyes closed and head thrown back? Having made Laura cum, and enjoying my first kiss with her partner Mike, I then became the centre of attention. “We’re going to please you, love,” said Laura. “Strip off, close your eyes and just let go.” I did as I w...

I met Mike, and then Laura, on Lush. We been part of a shared group for a while, exchanged the odd comment, and through the questions we both posed and the answer give, we were sort of getting to know each other. Well, as much as you can in an anonymous online space. I had checked out their profiles from time to time. They linked to each other, noting that they were a long term couples, listed themselves as straight; they...

It was a warm night. I could see T relaxing on the bed in her hotel room with the curtains and window open. I phoned her and saw her pick it up and answered the call. “Hey. How are you?” she asked. “All good. Put your phone on speaker mode and then put it down,” I said. “What, why?” T queried, sounding confused. “Just do it,” I replied. I could see T do as instructed and then sit back on the bed. “What’s on your mind?” “Y...

The goddess moaned as she woke, a slight stretch undulating in a gentle wave down her body. She was facing away from me, on her stomach, her legs open in a scissor shape. Her black, tousled tresses were spread like mountain roots across the pillow and the sun through the blinds drew stripes across her back. I watched her in wonder for a moment before leaning forward, putting a hand on her shoulder, and whispering into her...

It was the second day and the sunshine had been replaced by torrential rain. It was pissing it down. Obviously – this is England. T and I lit the fire so we could mooch around without layering up, and before long, the cabin warmed up nicely. Over breakfast, T said that she had an idea for the morning and wondered if I was game. “I’m intrigued,” I mused as I sipped my coffee, “what did you have in mind?” “Well, sunshine, i...

After our naked and sticky breakfast in bed, T and I tidied up and shared a shower. There was no rush to things – time in a way has less meaning when you’re detached from schedules – and we diligently soaped and explored each other in the shower, cleaning each other’s spaces and crevices thoroughly while squeezing and enjoying the permission of full access. We’d jokingly agreed over coffee that today would be an edge day:...

We were spooning as the sun streamed onto us through the skylights, and T was clearly awake, or at least half awake; she’d either manoeuvred herself into position with my cock between her legs or had woken like this and taken matters into her own hands. Or labia, actually – I could feel them on either side of my cock, hot and already slippery. “Good morning,” I said, reaching down and holding her hip so I could get a bit...

T and I, after our intense masturbation session, chilled on the sofa for a while, chatting, kissing, casually touching, and finishing off the wine in the heat of the log burner. It felt like we’d kind of pierced the surface now: we knew there was a real spark, a connection and an attraction, a need and a want to explore and share our bodies, as well as a developing level of trust. It’s hard to explain the feeling, a kind...

It was still light, but dusk was casting long shadows across the room; as the sun fell, the temperature followed suit, so we’d closed the French doors and lit the wood burner, which crackled gently in the background as we chatted. We were occupying either end of the sofa, nursing our third glass of wine each after a supper of quiche and salad. There was a charge in the air, relaxed but expectant, the sense that we were pr...

I’d been at the cabin for a few hours and the tension was building. T was due around now, and it felt like the first minute would tell us a lot: whether this was a terrible mistake or at the very least a week of freedom, fun, and possibly sexual expansion. I was tempted to have a beer to calm my nerves but it felt rude to have a head start, and if I got carried away, T arriving to me slurring or snoring would not have bee...

It was a glorious day: the sun was beating down, and I’d been driving for a few hours, lost in the music but also in my thoughts about the potential outcomes and happenings of the week ahead. I followed the satnav, off the motorway, then along a main road for a few miles, then two smaller roads, and into a lane with high hedges. I almost missed the nondescript gate, notable only for the single yellow fence post, as descri...

I trust you, to test me To remind and extend me And take us beyond And bring us back. Kiss, pinch, tease Bite, probe, please Familiar but explore Tying? Maybe more… Norms abandoned Mentally naked Minds, bodies open All things are possible. Kiss, pinch, tease Bite, lick, please familiar, but explore Tie? Maybe more… Nervous and excited Push, rest, push again No safe word Not safe, but safe.

So, there I was, eighteen and suddenly a little less sexually inexperienced: completely naked, in a cabin on a ferry, having come in a complete stranger’s mouth – anyone’s mouth, in fact – for the first time. The guy, Mark, got to his feet, having swallowed my load, and adjusted his cock in his trousers. He clearly had a raging hard-on which I could see the shape of in his jeans. “It looks like HE’S very awake now!” I jok...

Not long turned eighteen, I was travelling home from boarding school in England to Belgium, where my father was stationed. I usually flew as it was paid for, but this time I'd fancied a change and got the train to Dover on the South Coast and the ferry to Zeebrugge. It was train journey after that, followed by a short metro, to get home. I’d taken the ferry a bunch of times, and it took a few hours, plus the time either s...