Slowly, my brain cleared the fog of deep sleep. As it did, I became aware of my aching erection which was nestled between my wife's buttocks. My immediate thought was to start gently thrusting but this was overtaken by the mental pleasure of relaxing in the calmness of the quiet before usual whirlwind of a new day took precedence. As I luxuriated in the peacefulness, I felt the fullness of my wife's breast in my hand, not...

He watched in fascination as she lowered herself onto him, her face obscured by the hair swinging freely each side of her head. He knew his cock was positioned just right to enter her and he couldn't wait for that familiar sensation. He'd felt it countless times but it always seemed new. At the crucial moment, his pelvis lunged upwards from the bed. He was rudely wakened from his reverie as the pulses of his imminent clim...

Waking up to find that once again I have an erection which feels hard enough to support a marquee, my hand instinctively moves in to grasp and stroke it. As my fingers curl round the shaft, I'm reminded of morning encounters with my last sexual partner. The reflexive jerk of my pelvis as I slide back my foreskin brings my first meeting with her sharply into focus. After a seminar on recent amendments to international tax...

Over the last few years, we'd unconsciously fallen into a routine. We married young and were quite sexually inexperienced. My wife was my first sexual partner and I was her second. During our courtship and engagement we learnt, one might say, quite quickly. Many places and positions were thoroughly exploited! However, the speedy arrival of two children, the first of whom was born ten months after we married, and the neces...

My photographic work had, over the past few years, changed from filming in far-flung parts of the world to being almost entirely studio based. Whilst the portable camera excelled in capturing events as they happened, my early training in stage lighting served me well in the studio and earned me a good living. Today, my subjects were two women, Jill and Susie, in their late twenties who wanted some erotic pictures for thei...

It was almost a cliché. We met at a friend's social gathering and, whilst neither of us expected such a result, it happened. At the party, even though we were in the company of others, we noticed each other and the attraction was instant. We engineered, solely by glances, that we ended up in the ladies' cloakroom at the same time. No, nothing happened there but we did exchange phone numbers - albeit with shy smiles. I was...

I must have dozed for some time because I awoke to a noise. Disorientated, I was about to leap out of bed to investigate when I realized it was my stomach, rumbling! Chuckling to myself, I gathered my thoughts. It had been an extraordinary few hours with my friends, Jon and Jeni. Any sadness over my break-up from my former girlfriend had been completely dispelled by the hedonistic experiences they'd bestowed on me. I was...

Jon and Jeni, thoroughly relaxed, were sleeping. Their hands were entwined. I could not settle as my brain was in a turmoil. So, I moved as quietly as I could to the edge of the bed, stood up and headed, once again, to the shower. They moved only a little, although I did notice that Jeni's free hand reached out into the space where I had been lying.In the shower, I washed myself down. For some reason, I'd always been self...

Some six months ago, my girlfriend of three years had split up from me. To this day, I don't know the real reasons.I'd been very upset for the first three months and all through that time my friends, Jon and Jeni, had offered much support. Enduring my self-indulgent rants, low moods and so on. But time had, as is so often the case, started to heal the inner wounds. Seeing this, they'd invited me to his parent's holiday ho...

Her : We are sitting here in a pub, looking at each other in the same way that we did all those years ago. I can't help but smile as the vague ideas I had then run through my mind.Him : I can't believe we're here. We've talked on the 'phone, exchanged e-mails that were almost intimate but they're never the same as being with the person with whom one is corresponding.Oh, she's smiling - that expression I remember so well !...