Sophie stood on deck, leaning into the railing and letting the breeze sweep her long blonde hair back over her shoulders. The harbour was receding, the expanse of blue water between the boat she stood on and the coastline growing larger. She’d always loved being out on the water, the feeling of being liberated from any worries on land, letting time and cares drift away. Chances to feed her passion were rare, so she’d been...

I’m in front of the large mirror when you enter the bathroom dressed in just your boxers, your hair ruffled from sleep. The air is heavy from my shower a few minutes ago, with a hint of fragrant steam still lingering. I’m stood in my bra and panties, letting a richly scented body oil sink into my skin before I dress for work. My matching underwear is pale pink, the soft, lace-trimmed satin fabric chosen for the sensuous f...

Years later, once life had turned all too predictable, Phoebe would wonder how she’d not been more appreciative of the fun and freedom of the summer before she began her last year of college, when she was twenty-two. She’d hoped to work in conservation when she graduated, so her ideal summer would have been spent at a reserve in Africa, or in the deep rainforest. Instead, she was at a National Park on the other side of th...

I was at a sex party with my boyfriend Adam, the first one either of us had attended, and an encounter with another couple had already led to several orgasms. As we’d agreed beforehand, neither of us had fucked or been fucked by anyone else, but I’d been brought to my first orgasm by another man, Simon, with his fingers, and the second by his female partner, Sophie with her tongue. Adam had fucked me to a third blissful o...

In the first part of my story I explained how I’d been surprised to receive an email invitation to a sex party, and that, after some discussion, my boyfriend Adam and I had decided to attend. The party was being held in a luxurious London mansion, and we spent some time exploring various rooms where other guests participated or watched on. Whilst watching a scene in a playroom set up, I’d caught a girl, a total stranger,...

It was a Wednesday lunchtime, the middle of January, and I was at my desk wishing it was Friday evening already. Everything felt depressing; the weather, the 4pm sunsets, the blankness of January after the sociable frenzy of December. I didn’t have exciting plans for the weekend ahead, but at least I’d be at home with Adam, my boyfriend of two years. I clicked through my personal mailbox as I ate my lunch, discarding the...

A few years ago I had a job which came with lots of invitations to swanky dinners and parties. I was expected to go and network on behalf of our company and I was usually happy to have the night out, the great food, wine and on a good night, interesting company.  One December I arrived at yet another work-related Christmas party, my seventh in two weeks when I was really just craving a night at home. As usual I’d come to...