When Father Mortimer checked into the hotel it was eight in the evening. The room was a basic no frills double with a small bathroom. He would never stay in such a hotel if he was attending one of his ecclesiastical conferences but for what he had planned it was just perfect. He got down on his knees and bent his balding aged head over a black gilt leaf Bible he had respectfully placed on the edge of the bed. “Blessed Lor...

Ella was a well-respected member of the parish. She was secretary of the Mother's Union, treasurer of the church restoration fund, worked in an animal charity shop and stood in all weathers outside the village post office at the cake stall on fundraising days for the local primary school.I was fifty-three at the time and had known Ella as my daughter's piano teacher for several years. We lost touch a little after Sarah we...

I am sat in my car in the hotel car park and watched as a Nissan Micra pulled into a bay close to the reception entrance. A casually dressed blond young woman got out and walked into the building. I hope it's her, I thought, she is hot.My heartbeat quickened and my palms began to sweat. Pre-punt nerves.It seemed odd though that she would use a hotel for this purpose and arrive at eight twenty in the morning. I knew she ha...

In my story "Two hands are better than one" I told about how I helped out Joanne with her essay and ended up getting a beautiful hand relief from her - not as a thank you - but to take my mind off her so that I could concentrate on the work.I hoped that would be the start of something between us but it was not. She continued to treat me almost like her little boy and had such a motherly way about her it was hard to insist...

I was eating pot noodles and pouring over my lecture notes when the phone rang. It was Joanne, one of my classmates."Stuart," she said, "I really need a massive favour."I saw in my mind's eye Joanne, topless, her large breasts looking ripe and juicy."I've got this essay to finish tonight and I'm stuck on the conclusion. Can you help me?"She was a mature student in her mid 20s, a single mother of limited intellectual abili...

We were on the bed preparing to fuck. Debbie was on all fours, her beautiful arse should have been stimulation sufficient to arm me with a rod of steel. She was pampering my aching balls and gave my unwilling pecker an encouraging touch now and then, hoping as I hoped, for some stiff action. But all to no avail. It was me that gave up in the end and I huddled on the edge of the bed, beaten in my spirits like a schoolboy w...

They met at a motel just off the A14 north of Cambridge.Peter and Jan had opted for natural insemination. It was no problem for Jan. She knew her husband would have to insert his penis into the body of another woman but she knew her man. To him it would be no more significant than planting seeds in his neighbour's garden. She also knew he was doing it for her. It was she who yearned, at 56, for the child she could never c...

"This is my granddaughter," said the vicar. "Emma is with us for the summer."Stanley nodded to the young lady who was stretched out on the vicar's sofa reading a magazine about horses. She barely acknowledged the visitor, lifting her black eyelashes fleetingly, and continued reading as if her attention had been uninterrupted. Stanley was nothing much to look at of course, just an aging podgy snub nose Englishman though he...

I was shopping for a new digital camera in the town when I saw a familiar face at the checkout. It was the school secretary, Miss Wilson. There were two secretaries at the private school where my son used to be a day boarder and neither one of them would raise a smile if I happened go into the school office. I have no idea why. My wife and I often considered this coldness and reasoned it must have been on account of us co...

So I discovered that my wife is an active member of an erotic stories forum and I wish I had not. She might still be with me. It happened like this: We had been together for ten years and I honestly thought she was happy with me. I admit I thought I was lucky to marry her as she was (and is) very pretty and I was not really in her league for looks. But she obviously found something in me though gods knows what. The day I...

She told me to park up and text her so I did that and waited for a reply.An old riverside mill converted into flats.My mobile jingled and I answered."Come through the white door," she said in a husky voice. "Then through another and go right, I'm B2, push the door open and come up the stairs.""See you in a minute." I replied and was about to hang up."Wait," she said, "Wait a couple of minutes will you I can see Mr Brown's...

Jennie Straw provoked violent emotions from the moment she started working as a temp at the local council treasury.She was beautiful and she was aloof with the men, thus the other women hated her. The men were restless and dissatisfied, despising her and at the same time ready to see all the other women burned to ashes in exchange for Jennie's love.She was small and very delicate looking, more like a schoolgirl than a twe...

It had been a year since I had last seen Josie Fox.She was walking with a basket in the supermarket and I was hiding behind the bread section watching with intense interest.Josie had been my social worker for a year or so after my brush with the legal system and had done much to help me. I used to think of her often at that time and for some months after my period of probation came to an end. She was getting on a little -...

I knew that my failure with women would continue through my life and Kathy (my therapist) knew it too, though it was some time before she told me. She kept getting me to go over the same stuff time and again."Alex, I want you to go back to the time when you first started going to prostitutes. Tell me about the first time."I sat back in my chair and folded my arms."Unfold your arms Alex", said Kathy, "don't be defensive wi...

It was the come in mouth fantasy that gave me the most pleasure.   Celine’s silky golden hair made by belly tingle at the same time as her pink tongue played sexy games with the tip of my cock, circling one way then the other, flicking on the ridge and just under. One delicate little hand holding my shaft firmly, and my balls ready to burst, gently cupped and fondled in the other.   My wife Mildred was tossing. But I was...