We were under no illusions; for my friend Gemma and I to test our naughty illicit relationship in this way was going to be hard for both of us. We’d chatted and joked about it on Lush, of course. Even before we had actually met in person for the first time, a sexy threesome had slowly become a regular part of our cyber fantasy sessions. My ultimate fantasy to have two women at the same time had been played out many, many...

We couldn’t have timed it more perfectly. An hour before closing time on a very rainy evening and the shop was deserted. The only member of staff – a pretty, blonde, leggy girl in her early thirties - looked bored, but hadn’t shown the slightest interest in helping us. We selected several sets – all black with gold trim – and made our way to the counter. “May I try these on please?” you ask of the girl. Glancing up from h...

The bath was already deep and overflowing with fragrant bubbles by the time Phil managed to drag himself to the bathroom. Serena was stretched out full length in the tub, her glorious body obscured by the foam. She smiled up at him as he walked in. “Feeling better? Have I worn you out?” “Oh I will be fine in a little while. Is there room in there for another one?”. Serena shuffled forward and he slid in behind her. She ne...

Part four of Sexy Serena's seduction of horny Phil. Serena smiled, then reached over and grabbed a pillow propping it behind her head. “Let me make that cock of yours nice and slippery, and you can tell me what you would like to do to me”. Phil eased his hips further forward and felt her moist lips yield as she allowed his head to enter her warm waiting mouth. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the sensitiv...

“Yes, Serena, it really is very bad indeed. Very naughty and incredibly sexy to watch you do that. I just love the way you are licking up the cum you spilled. Tell me how wet you are”. Serena slid two fingers into her pussy and brought them, glistening, up to her mouth. She let his cock slip from her lips and started to lick her fingers as though she had found another hard cock to play with. Phil watched her as she perfor...

Part two of my fantasy story about sexy Serena. “I…err…what a question!” Phil blustered, blushing . Serena sat there calmly with an amused smile on her face. “Look, this game is not going to work if we don’t answer questions honestly. Why don’t you just be honest and tell me – you never know where it might lead”. Still taken aback by the blunt line of questioning but tantalised by what Serena had just said he decided to p...

This story is a fantasy, and my first experiment in writing in the third person. Please leave feedback and if you like it I will publish part two. As the doorman opened the cab door she felt his gaze sweep from her 4-inch heels up her ankles, calves and to her well-toned thighs. She saw him catch himself and immediately shift his eyes to meet hers. “Good evening, Miss. Welcome to the Grosvenor House Hotel”. She smiled. “H...

The heavy door closes behind me with a click and a dull thud. I slide the Do Not Disturb latch into place – no interruptions. You are sitting on the edge of the bed, knees crossed. You frown and take an exaggerated look at your slim wrist watch, but the smile that plays across your dark red painted lips tells me that you’re not really cross. As I move across the room towards you I quickly appraise your outfit; professiona...

This story is a reply to Daniellex 's story "My Tit Wank Fantasy". With Danielle's kind permission I have tried to offer the male perspective of the same events. I suggest you read hers first. I shouldn’t be doing this. I mean, I’ve only spoken to you once. That day. The day you moved in across the hall. The first thing I saw was your bum. You were bending over, placing the box down as you delved in your bag for your keys...

I saw her as soon as I walked in. She was perfect; a mass of straight, dark hair framing her pretty face, tight-fitting yet business-like black silk shirt, slim waist and softly flared hips, gorgeous tight ass and slim, shapely legs accentuated perfectly by a tight black pencil skirt. She looked like a business woman or an executive assistant. She was standing with her back to the bar with a nearly empty white wine glass...

This is an account of a true story.  Let’s call her Amy – a name change to protect the not-so-innocent.  It had been a few years – seven or eight probably – but I recognised her immediately as she approached across the crowded Friday night bar. It was the eyes probably. But there was something different; the way she carried herself was more assured. Confidence and presence oozed from her as she moved towards me, arms wide...

BUZZ!! Yahoo! Messenger alert. My heart leaps and I grab my phone. “Take it out . Right now. And touch yourself” She knows I will. If she tells me to I can’t refuse her. I stand up and walk over to my office door, swinging it closed. Only the large window behind me now, but I’ll have my back to that. I sit down again behind my desk and brush my hand over the bulge in my neat, dark grey suit trousers. My cock is very hard...

Thanks to S for inspiration. As I slide the shower door closed behind me I feel the first needle-like jets of hot water brush my back. I turn into the water, closing my eyes and lifting my face up towards the source. Already the steam is building up in the bathroom and I fill my lungs with the warmth. It seems a shame to be washing her scent from my face; I can taste her in my mouth, still smell her delicate musk in my no...

Inspired by and dedicated to Sarah, my first fantasy-based story. It must be a dream. My awareness is fleeting and partial. I am warm, comfortable and content. The faint echoes of a dream linger just out of reach. Beyond warm, there is something else; the subtlest physical sensation that pulls me slowly but surely from my dream and into a state of blissful semi-consciousness. Something delicious – pleasurable – is happeni...

The Club had been her idea. It had started from a quite innocent conversation prompted by a guy we both knew who had been ripped off at a strip joint. She had wondered why men like strip clubs and I had told her about one of my very few visits to one in Phoenix. I told her the girls were mostly university students working their way through college; Nice, bright, intelligent girls with stunning looks and bodies to die for....