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...

My aunt Eleanor is loaded. She lives in a big house packed with antiques and works of art. I was never quite sure what the relationship between my parents and Eleanor was, or what made me her nephew, but I knew she wasn't a direct blood relative. I was never sure if she'd been married but there were rumours there'd been men in her life. For some reason, she seemed to take a liking to my father and my parents wanted to mak...

When my dear wife died, leaving me a single man again aged sixty, my sex life reverted to what it had been for years before I met her, to porn and masturbation. The only difference was that much of my porn consisted of my collection of erotic pictures I’d taken of my wife since our twenties. They showed her nude or in underwear in poses as hot as any porn, and I masturbated, remembering the feel of her naked body against...

I'm one of the few male teachers at St. Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an exclusive and very expensive English private school for girls. I teach an upper year class of seventeen to nearly nineteen year olds. It's a voyeur’s paradise, as all my girls seem to be trying to outdo each other in wearing the thinnest, most boob-clinging school uniform white blouses, the shortest grey pleated skirts and the most sheer black...

I’d reached the age of nineteen and every time I visited our local newsagent store, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the covers of the adult magazines on the top shelf. Even just the bikini- and underwear- clad women on the covers drove me wild, knowing what might be inside. Though I was into internet porn, there was just something so tempting about those magazines. I was now legally old enough to buy them, but I was too embar...

My wife Jayne and I were on holiday on the Mediterranean coast. We're in our mid thirties but in our hotel, we'd got friendly with an older couple who were also on holiday. They explained they'd won a family holiday in a competition so having a free holiday they'd persuaded their two sons - Adrian, who was eighteen, and Michael, who was nearly twenty - to come with them. One evening we'd had dinner with the family. The bo...

My manager at work Julie travels regularly to Germany on business from our London office. Usually she travels by herself but on this occasion she asked me to come with her to help with some tough negotiations. Julie's about forty, five years older than me. She's an attractive woman with a good figure and short slightly curly blonde hair. She's a tough negotiator but she wears glasses that make her look professional and at...

I hadn’t been looking forward to Christmas. It had been a hard year for me, but at least the long and painful battle of my divorce was finally over. I’d turned forty, and I still had a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in, though it would be a lonely bed with only my ever-faithful right hand for satisfaction. I wished the rest of me had been as faithful. But apart from that it had been a brilliant year in business. Our...