My phone pinged with a text from Ali. I’ve been bad, very bad. This was followed almost immediately by a photo of her puffy wet pussy glistening in the flashlight of her phone’s camera. Are you angry, Daddy? I didn’t reply. My cock was already growing hard and I knew details would follow if I remained quiet. Sure enough, a few moments later another ping, and Ali’s confession continued. I put on the black thong you bought...

The morning sun shone through the gap in the curtains and Ali stirred in bed. She rolled onto her back and stretched languidly, long, and lithe, as the duvet slipped low enough for her pert breasts to peep out as her arms reached above her head. Her blues eyes crinkled in a smile as she remembered last night. A concert, then bed, and an erotic story. She remembered the details and how she had slipped her fingers into her...

I scanned the faces on the crowded train, many looked hot and flustered. A hard day in a sweaty office followed by a busy crowded commute home. No wonder they looked tense.  One guy stood out though; tall and cool, standing opposite me in the corridor and just to the right of my hubby who was sat on the aisle seat opposite me. Linen shirt and chinos, blonde with grey streaks and his pale blue eyes which strafed my body. L...

Rae smelled her favourite Jo Malone candles when Mick opened the bedroom door for her. The carpet was soft under her feet and she leaned back into his strong body. He caressed her arms, sliding his hands up to her shoulders and neck. Rae adored the sensation of his work-rough fingers seductively and lovingly stroking her soft, silky body. He undid the belt on her robe, eased the silk garment off her shoulders, and let it...

 At 6:10 in the morning, I stand on the platform in St Albans waiting for the same train, waiting to sit in the same seat with the same tired, grey faces. Monday through Friday, every day the same. The seats are a weird green-bluish colour darkened by grease and grime. God, I hate commuting. One morning, huddled inside my overcoat as the train approaches, a blonde woman runs up and stands near me, waiting for the train to...

I ring the doorbell and wait, excited and yet nervous. All morning, I’ve been like a cat on a hot tin roof. I've shuffled papers, looked at emails, even made a few calls, but my mind was elsewhere. I recall the first kiss: deep and passionate, sensuous and erotic. Our faces had pressed together, eyes sizzling with desire and animal lust. Then came the first fondle of her breasts and sucking her hardened nipples. All these...

Nervously I leaned in for our first kiss. Kisses and kissing are tremendously important, they’re a doorway into the type of person and lover you will be. I especially love soft and sensuous kisses, building in intensity and urgency, with fingers entwined in hair, pulling a partner tight to your lips as the excitement gets too much to control. The sensation of hands roving for the first time over a fresh body, the promise...