It’s been many years since I was a schoolgirl at St. Matilda's Academy but I still remember one afternoon very clearly. If I've forgotten anything I've added what I know would have happened. I was eighteen, nearly nineteen and in my last term at St. Matilda's. My friend Lucy and I loved playing tennis. We were the school stars and we'd played for both St. Matilda's and our county. School sports for our year were on Wednes...

Though I'm a married man in my early forties, I like wearing sexy women's panties. I love the look of them on my otherwise naked body and how the thin, taut material shows off my erect cock outline. I'm into porn, and as well as pictures of naked women, nothing turns me on more than the sight of a well-stacked guy with his hard-up cock in women's panties. One weekend, my wife was away seeing her ageing mother, and my nine...

When I was asked to go with my work colleague Julie on a business trip to Germany, I couldn't have been more pleased. I'd fancied Julie for ages. She's late thirties, the same age as me, pretty with dark curly hair just below her ears, and with a good figure and legs. Julie's married, like me, but she's got a reputation as the office flirt. In fact, we'd flirted in an innocent way as people do in an office, but there'd be...

I was twenty and in my summer vacation from university. Together with my family we were away at my girl cousin's wedding. Accommodation was limited and we were staying at friends' houses. I was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor of someone's lounge. Our friends had a son, Adrian. He was nineteen and at university too. He was a good-looking boy with tousled blonde hair, deep-set blue eyes and fit, slim and muscular. I...

I was expecting a package, so when through the window of my flat I saw the delivery driver run from his van, heard my doorbell ring, then saw him run back to his van, I wasn’t surprised. I opened my front door, picked up the package, brought it indoors, and absent-mindedly tore its outer plastic bag open. Then I felt as if an electric shock had hit me. Inside the bag was a box, and the picture on the cardboard of what was...

I'll never forget that week with my friend Michael. We’d known each other since we were kids. We'd spent many hours together as boys with Michael's dad on his dad's boat, a small two-berth cabin cruiser he kept moored on an area of English waterways called the Norfolk Broads. Michael and I were now both twenty, both on university vacation, and for the first time ever Michael's dad had let us take the boat out ourselves fo...

It had been a lousy year. My wife of nearly twenty years had walked out on me. The only good things had been that the settlement had left me enough to buy my own place and that I'd moved to a better job in a big multinational. After months of only occasional and very vanilla sex now I was getting no sex at all except what porn and my ever faithful right hand could give me. Then I encountered Patricia. Patricia was a woman...

When I went to university many years ago now, I was a virgin and I’d never even had a girlfriend. I arrived at university with high hopes of getting a girl straight away. Those hopes faded in my first few weeks as I had no success with girls. My frustration was compounded by being surrounded by innumerable micro-skirted girls. It was made even worse because in my last year at school, as a sex-obsessed eighteen-year-old, I...

An event I always look forward to as Christmas time approaches is the annual outing of our church girls' choir to the eighteen-to-twenty-one-year-old's choral concert at one of our English Cathedrals. I'm one of the two or three men who go along with the girls to give a helping hand and to make everything run smoothly. So there I was in the gathering dusk of a winter afternoon in a minibus cruising up the interminable len...

It had been a hot, sunny summer, and I'd been using every opportunity to ogle the two young blonde beauties next door. They were Becky, just turned nineteen and about to go to university, and nearly twenty-one-year-old Debbie, back from university for summer, both at home with their parents. Most afternoons that summer they'd been sunbathing in their garden in microscopic bikinis, displaying the kind of perfect figures on...

I was on holiday by the English coast with my wife and my nineteen-year-old daughter Abbie. We were staying in a cottage that had once been outbuildings of a farm, which was now the owners’ house. They were a couple about our age, mid forties. I was taking a shower one morning. We’d been on the beach the day before and my mind was full of memories of Abbie all but oozing out of a bikini so brief it was hardly worth the tr...

I still remember some of my earliest sexual adventures like they were yesterday. In the story below where I have forgotten any detail I have added what inevitably would have happened. I was eighteen, just weeks short of being nineteen, and in my last term at my all-boys school. I wanted girls, but girls were unobtainable. My frustrated sex life consisted of masturbation over the girls in the adult magazines which an enter...

I’m a junior in a small firm of high street solicitors. At just under thirty I'm the youngest guy in the office. Late one night I was walking past our office on my way back to my flat after a night out with my mates when I saw a light on upstairs. It was long after office hours and no one should have been there. It seemed to be wasting electricity and also there had been some burglaries in the street so I decided to take...

My business meeting had finished early, I'd booked the last flight home and I had a few hours to kill. I knew exactly what I wanted and where in the city to find it. The adult movie theatre was tucked away at the back of an adult store in a prostitute-lined back street. It was small, and its few rows of seats were long benches that looked like they'd once been church pews. In the gloom I could see there were several men s...

My neighbour in the flat opposite mine on the stairs of our block, Eric, was a nice old guy in his sixties. He was also one of the most lecherous guys I've ever met. He had an incredible collection of old porn magazines. He also had an even more erotic collection of pictures of his wife. I could hardly believe some of the nude poses he'd snapped her in. Sadly, she'd died a couple of years back. He’d also kept some of her...