My lust is for a red red flower. full of fruit and colour, Soft and dry when first I taste a lick, a kiss, so gently. Lips like petals swelling full opening right slowly glowing filling start to flow moist with heartbeats nectar. Passions murmurs fill my ears music of arousal. Thighs that part and crave for more Eau de vie, the gleaming Skin glows flushed Muscles strain Your waterfall is streamingThe flushing heat of love...

I went for a walk in the Surrey hills in England on a warm spring morning. As I crested a ridge, I needed a break, so I struck off the path through the trees to a field I could see in sunlight. As I emerged from the trees, I was delighted to see a fabulous view. I laid down my backpack, and stripped to the waist to cool in the sun. I applied a little sunblock and relaxed using the backpack as a pillow. Lazily I appreciate...

We had met at a seminar the month before, and had been messaging and chatting since. She was 38, married with two teenage kids, starting to rebuild her career, having taken a break. I could see she was a go-getter, fiercely intelligent, and going to be successful. If I had vacancies in my company, I would have head hunted her. Instead, here we were on another course (long booked ahead), planning to meet at the hotel. She...

My marriage had been celibate for years. After our daughter was born, my wife had lost interest in sex. I'd suggested she see our doctor about it, but she felt too embarrassed. She never wanted more than a cuddle. Don't get me wrong, I supported her decision to stop working to raise kids. She was a good mother, and she kept a clean tidy home, tending to my other domestic needs, while I worked all hours. I'd 'played away'...