Tom made it home earlier than expected. A late-running bus had appeared at the perfect moment, saving him the wait in the rain for the next one. He'd already text Joyce, so he knew he'd be staying in her room that night. Earlier on, he'd received some very positive feedback on a piece of work he'd submitted to his professors, the subsequent drinks he'd enjoyed with some friends turning out to be great fun. On the walk hom...

"Joyce, can I speak to you quickly?" Chloe asked her friend and university housemate. It was a conversation she'd been putting off for almost two months, waiting to see how things developed before making any rash decisions. It was pretty clear that Joyce and Tom – the third person in their trio of school friends so tight-knit that they all went off to the same university – had been fucking for a number of weeks. Neither h...

It's a filthy habit. I knew I should quit. I'll stop tomorrow, I kept telling myself, once more contaminating my once fortress of a body, the long draw of nicotine too alluring to resist. I wasn't a heavy smoker, but I had my routine. At night-time, 11:30 p.m., like clockwork, I'd quietly close my apartment door, descend the long flight of stairs, and step out into the night air. The neighbourhood was quiet, the flats occ...

A week had gone by since Joyce had masturbated in her shower, knowing that Tom, her housemate and childhood friend, was watching. Carelessly, she had left the bathroom door ajar, so when Tom heard her anguished cries, he naturally went to investigate. He quickly realised that the noises he heard were, in fact, due to impending orgasm and not imminent death as he had first feared. Tom knew he should have just backed out of...

The summer, which had seemed to last no more than a few short, blissful weeks of blue skies, long, warm days and joyful moods, was abruptly ending. The long, hard slog of cold, dark mornings and even colder and darker winter nights loomed as grey as the clouds that appeared ever present throughout the harsh season. So it was with a satisfied smile Joyce awoke to bright sunshine streaming through her curtains, a sense of p...

Ben liked working on bank holidays. A few hours of sitting at a desk doing very little actual work, with a day in lieu to take as holiday at a later date of your choosing? No brainer. Win-win. This particular bank holiday at the end of August was especially dead; most of the team had yet to return from their summer holidays. Business is global, however, and one of the executives had scheduled a meeting with an important c...

I could feel my heart pounding as I followed into the hallway. I knew where this was going and couldn't control my nervous anticipation. In my defence, it was barely half an hour since the most intense sexual experience of my life, and now I found myself being beckoned by my gorgeous girlfriend and her half-naked, nymphomaniac friend, to join them. Join them in the bathroom. For a piss? Yeah, right. I was already picturin...

"Fuck me," Nicola said it so breathlessly and with such urgency that it was barely audible. Fuck me, Sam thought. She had, after all, never made such a demand of him before. In fact, while they had enjoyed more than a few passionate encounters, Sam had always been the initiator. He knew she enjoyed the intimacy. But he also knew that it was up to him to make it happen. Her willingness to pursue her sexual desires was hind...

Sam and Nicola had been going out for about six months. The relationship had recently developed a sexual element, something new to them both. Whilst neither had any prior sexual experience, it was Sam initiating the advances. Nicola always enthusiastically reciprocated but didn't yet have the confidence to get things started. It was a Friday night at the start of the summer holidays and they were looking forward to the pa...