I’ll never forget my first orgasm. It happened quite late in my life. I was twenty-eight, and it was our fifth wedding anniversary. Sex at that time was fantastic. He was deeper inside me than ever before. I remember an unusual feeling in my stomach and groin; I really wasn’t ready for it. Something special was about to happen. My wet pussy was tightening around him. And then, oh my god: The most powerful feeling of exqui...

I remember the way her soft hands gently squeezed my breasts. I remember how wet she made me. I remember how her fingers stroked my wet pussy, gently easing deep inside me. I remember how she knelt in front of me, lifting my dress and slipping my knickers down. I remember her expert tongue as she eased the orgasm out of me. I remember how she dug her nails into my buttocks as I was cumming. I remember my scream as the pai...

Anyone who knows me will understand that I love my husband to bits. I would never stray. Even if that remotest of possibilities ever arose, it wouldn’t be with a stranger. As far as quickie sex or a one night stand is concerned, well, never in a million years. And yet... I had to drive to London to conclude a bit of business. The reason isn’t relevant to my story so I will say no more about it. It was late in the afternoo...

You know that time in an argument when you say something you really shouldn’t. Well, he hasn’t been paying that much attention to me lately. I told him I had a secret lover. “Who is he? I’ll kill him.” “I’m not saying.” “I’ll find out and bloody kill him, I’m not joking. Just tell me his name.” “His name?” “Yes, just give me the name. Is it someone I know?” “I’m not sure.” “Give me the bloody name!” “Okay, it’s Sally.” “S...

“You never guess what, Sandra.” “What?” “At work today, I was standing outside the coffee room. I could hear Mick and Bob talking about me.” “What were they saying?” “You won’t believe it. Bob was telling Mick that he loved my tits, and wanted to shag me.” “No, really?” “Yep, then Mick said he would love to shag me. He even said he’d do a better job.” “What did you do?” “I marched in and told them straight.” “What did you...

It really was just another day in the office. I had just finished a major presentation I had been working on for a few weeks. It went well and I was just starting to relax before the next one. It was mid morning on a warm summer’s day. In the summer I like to wear stockings, nothing about feeling sexy you understand. I just like to feel a bit of fresh air movement on a warm day. On this day I was wearing hold ups. My legs...

I’ve always fancied my husband’s friend Steve. He’s gorgeous, a real hunk. I get wet just looking at him, thinking of the things I could do with him. When the chance came to feel him inside me, I took it. He didn’t disappoint, the feeling of his hands caressing my breasts, his nimble fingers stroking the wet lips of my pussy. And finally, penetration, my fantasies became reality. He was now on top of me, pushing inside ev...

Hello and welcome. This is a little story about my foray into BDSM. Firstly, it wasn’t my idea. I just need to get that out of the way from the start. It all began with my friend Mary. Her birthday was coming up and I asked if there was anything special she would like to do. If you haven’t read any of my previous stories, then you will have no idea who we are. Explaining now would take up too much time. Before I continue,...

He just watched as she stood behind me, her soft hands, gracefully sliding down my back. Slightly raising my arms, she moved her hands to my breasts. I licked my lips as he watched. Down they went, over my tummy, then my thighs to the bottom of my skirt. Putting one soft, warm, hand under my skirt, tracing upward. Over my stocking top to my knickers. I let out a moan, “Don’t stop.” I begged. He shook his head, smiled and...

Most everyone knows I’m a strait-laced prude. I was quite surprised when a girlfriend of mine asked me what was the naughtiest thing I’d ever done. I told her that when I was a college I was in a reading group with five men. One night, after drinks were consumed, I told them I was feeling horny. I told them that they could all take a turn with me. Most took me twice, a couple managed three times. My pussy was sore for day...

I've been asked to expand on my story, ‘The Serving Hatch.’ I gave it a bit of thought and perhaps there is a bit more life left in it. So if you asked, this is for you. If you haven’t read The Serving Hatch yet, this may not make a lot of sense. I’ll leave it up to you. Having a fantasy in your mind is one thing; living it out is quite another. For me, a fantasy has to be based on events that could, at least in theory, a...

Oh hello, I didn’t see you there. Well, come in. Excuse the untidiness; I’m just sorting my underwear draws out. I have a bit of a problem you see. Hello! I’m over here, stop looking at my underwear and pay attention. I’m trying to tell you about my problem. Okay, let me just sit on my bed and get comfortable, puff these pillows out a bit. That’s better, now, you may as well make yourself comfortable; this isn’t one of my...

They’re playing that song on the radio again. The one I heard the first time I had sex. Strange how a simple tune can have so much meaning. They do say, you can always remember the first time and the last. It’s easy for me, they were both the same. It was the day before I joined the convent. I asked the men in my prayer group what sex was like. They were more than happy to show me. I’m handing in my notice to Mother Super...

I had sex with an elderly virgin today. He obviously lacked experience; it was over in a minute. The confined space didn’t help; I had to sit on his lap. It was never my intention to turn him on so much. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so graphic with the details of my threesome. Once he started masturbating I thought, why waste it? He could finish inside me. I’d never had sex with an older man before, I was curious to see...

I was the only woman sitting in the bus station waiting room. All the others were men. I kicked my bag back under my chair. Suddenly, the man sitting opposite looked up from his book, stared at me, giggled, and returned to his book. Then another man giggled, and another. I went as red as a beetroot. They all knew what was going on. They all knew it was me. I’d never felt so embarrassed. It was all my stupid fault. My foot...