We’re lying in bed instead of Christmas shopping. I’d just made my Mistress cum and now we are snuggled together, her curling her fingers in my long red hair. Fairytale of New York by The Pogues is playing on the radio. “You know, you remind me of Kirsty McColl.” I look up and smile. “Really, Miss?” “Mmhmm. The same long red hair, pale skin and gorgeous green eyes.” I blush. “I don’t know who you’re talking about, Miss.”...

He cursed when he saw the queue snaking around the block from the Apple Store. The latest upgrade, the i-hole15 had been unveiled and everyone wanted to upgrade their sexbot with the most up-to-date arsehole. Everyone had assumed that sex robots would be really expensive, but like printers, the basic models were dirt cheap. They got you with the upgrades… and the adverts. It was worse than youtube. You’re thrusting away,...

Myra stood looking down at the body. The blonde girl was sprawled naked on the bed. It could have been erotic if it wasn’t for the glassy, empty look in her eyes. Myra guessed that she was young, in her late-twenties at most. She saw the clothes folded on the chair. They were office gear rather than party wear or escort clothes. She looked for a handbag or mobile but couldn’t see either anywhere in the room. “What a waste...

I used to dread going around to my sister’s house for dinner. She thinks just because she did home economics at school, she should be on Masterchef. However, since her husband and I have bonded over her cooking, things have started to look up. We had seen each other in swimwear on holidays so we both knew we liked what we saw. Well, one thing led to another and now I’ve taken to asking for my steak to be well done as it g...

Cora saw the ad thumbtacked to the university notice board - Girls soccer tryouts - have you got what it takes to play for the sexiest team in the uni? Tryouts at 9 pm Tuesday 16th October. Cora smiled to herself at the thought of being part of the sexiest football team. She’d never been particularly sporty growing up but had messed around on the football pitch now and again. Having three older brothers had meant she’d al...

"It's only for three weeks," she whispered. "You can do it." "Yes, Miss." "Good girl." But her Miss was barely out of the state when the feelings started to overwhelm her. "Don't touch... don't touch," she whimpered like a mantra. As she gazed at the smooth velvet fabric of the settee, she stepped closer. "It's not touching," she reasoned with herself as she ground down, rubbing her aching neglected clit along the arm res...

This was ridiculous. When his wife had come home unexpectedly, he’d bundled me out onto the balcony with my clothes and left me out there to get dressed, closing the curtains to hide me. As I pulled my knickers back on and straightened my dress, I decided that enough was enough. The wife wasn’t stupid. The room would stink of sex and my perfume. She must know what was going on. I breezily walked through the room. Husband...

When she claimed the bishop, she ran her fingers lightly up and down the wooden chess piece. “Do you know why bashing the bishop is a euphemism for masturbation?” I shook my head. She held it up, examining it closely. “Apparently, they thought this looked like a cock with its bulging head and the little slit.” She moved her hand and the bishop under the table. Her eyes closed, she squirmed in her seat. Whimpered moans esc...

“Hi honey, I’m home.” I half-stumble into the living room. He’s sitting on the hard-backed wooden chair he likes to use while waiting for me. I know I look a mess. I probably should have showered but I think he likes to see me like this. My make-up is ruined, my hair is sticking up, and I’m pretty sure there are still splatters of cum stuck in it. He shifts in the chair as I drop my handbag to the floor. “Oh my god, honey...

Steve is working behind the bar when the door opens, and a young man comes hurrying in. “Gimme five shots of your strongest liquor,” he urges, placing a fifty on the bar. Steve pours the drinks and watches as the man knocks them back one after another. “What’s the occasion?” Steve inquires. “I’ve just had my first blow job.” “Hey, that’s a cause for celebration. Let me give you another round. On the house.” “No thanks,” s...

Billy Flynn and the rest of the G-String Gang walked off stage to raucous and thunderous applause. “Wow, what a crowd,” Billy laughed. “You’d take your life in your hands getting too close to some of them. Did you see that hen party?” His friend Damian agreed. “I thought Jamie was a goner when your one reached for him.” The four men sat naked in their dressing room, wiping away the sweat that glistened on their bodies. “T...

She lay on her back with her legs spread. Her back rubbed against the cheap carpet as he slammed his cock into her. He was young and enthusiastic if somewhat inexperienced. Afterwards, her back felt tender and rubbed raw as she got dressed. “Come on, we better get back before class starts.” Having removed her gown, she sat naked in the middle of the art room. “Note the interesting markings on the model’s back,” the tutor...

Eventually, I go downstairs. Clodagh is watching yet another crappy reality show... Married at First Sight Australia or something. I slip onto the sofa beside her, resting my head against her shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my finger drawing a pattern on her thigh. She doesn’t say anything for a moment and I worry she’s really pissed off with me before she turns and smiles. She kisses the top of my head and laughs. “You...

She drinks the glasses of water and then stands in the corner. The whispered command. “Don't move from this spot.” The urge builds. She jiggles and dances, hopping from one foot to the other. She's never done this… Ever. She’s never lost control but she really needs to go. Desperate now, the first dribble escapes. The wet patch forms. She stares in panic. Her face blushes red as more flows out, soaking her panties and run...

“Hello, Daddy. Do you have a present for me?” He smiles and hands over the envelope. I open it and see the wad of notes. I run my thumb through them and listen to the rustle of fifty euro notes. “Oh, Daddy, you’re so good to me.” I slip down onto my knees in front of him. “How can I ever repay you?” My Sugar Daddy takes me from behind. He can’t believe his luck as I let him maul and fuck my tight, teen, barely legal body....