Brenda's camera was clicking away. My butch lesbian girlfriend had not stopped chuckling since I had told her about last night’s date with Karen. Her amusement had been first spurred by the fact that I had told my second girlfriend all about my first, the ongoing relationship with Brenda. Karen had taken that news surprisingly well. However, it was what happened at the end of the date that had Brenda really chuckling and...

I walked home from Brenda’s with a renewed spring in my step. My pussy soreness was now numbed, and my bottom felt warm; it had a glow within it. Playing on my Walkman was Michael Jackson’s Bad album. It was his latest, and, despite the title, it was very good; my feet popping alone to the tune. I found myself dancing into the house, which was almost the opposite of how I left it this morning. Mum was there in the kitchen...

On Tuesday morning, with the air still fresh, I escaped from my house. I wanted to make sure that there was no last-minute change of plans by my mother, as I didn’t want another day staying at home, babysitting. If things changed, Ella would be there, and she could look after our two younger brothers, as, after all, I had done it all day yesterday. I also needed to keep my two appointments. The first one was with Jaz in t...

It was Monday morning, and the full-length bathroom mirror was capturing my aching, naked body, and my physique glared back at me. What was presented to me was a continued reminder that my figure was not as perfect as Sarah's. But after yesterday’s marathon sex session, how could it be? I was trying to ascertain if my body was still in one piece; it ached everywhere. But it was my pussy, which was shouting at me the loude...

With my embarrassment still raw, I entered Brenda’s bedroom and dropped my mauve dress on the floor. As I did so, I looked around at the seventeen full-sized, nude black and white framed photos that lined most of the grey bedroom walls. It felt like they were all staring at me, judging me. All the photos were of Brenda’s previous official girlfriends. Each girl was fully nude and gazing into the camera; their pussies were...

It almost haunted me… Like every day, I looked across the street and there it was: Club Eden. Since we moved here, almost nine months ago, I have stared at the little red sign. Almost invisible to all those who just passed as they went about their everyday business, but that sign and the door that sat beneath it were like beacons crying out. I just wanted to go inside and take a look and see what an upscale lifestyle club...

Brenda was smiling at me. It was just the two of us now that David and Sarah had left us. Our time had come. We stepped back into the apartment block, closing the communal front door behind us. As we did so, I felt strange and empty. My boyfriend had just left me to go on holiday with his other girlfriend; my loneliness felt raw. Yet, my body was already thinking of Brenda, lust being a powerful emotion. My desire for her...

It is 1987, the last Sunday in August, and my arm is around Brenda. She is my new bull lesbian girlfriend and my first openly gay relationship. But my life is complicated. I am standing there by the apartment block’s front door, watching, and waving as David and Sarah get into their car and, with a wave of their own, drive away. Internally, I was experiencing two dominant emotions, one new and the other very familiar, yet...

The Halloween sex party invite said a pumpkin must be part of your attire. Mine my mask. My wife’s painted on her bare bottom, her sister's idea. Cock in hand, I lasciviously look for her. In front of me, an orgy of naked bodies, probing, moaning; copulating. My wife's long red hair in the middle, her painted pumpkin winking at me; inviting me in. I grab her hips. My erect cock slides through the grease paint, straight in...

The year was 1978, and I had just turned sixteen. I knew my life was going to change; it had to, as it was the start of my last year at school, and after that, college beckoned. What I did not know was those changes would start that very day, the very first day of the new school year. The town where I grew up has three secondary schools, two well-financed and well-run, and the third one; well, let’s say it was where you e...

Wendy perched on the window seat as she looked out through the round bedroom window. Like most days since turning sixteen, she was grumpy, but today she was also annoyed, having just been grounded by her mother. “Grounded,” she muttered to herself. “I am of age; too old to be grounded. It is not my fault that I have these sexual urges. I am not a young child anymore.” The weather was also not helping Wendy’s mood. Raindro...

I walked to the bar. As I did so, I did not try to hide my erection, but it was obvious if you looked. I didn’t care, as my mind was racing, thinking, probably overthinking once again. Thoughts flashed through it… “Enjoy that feeling,” Ashley had told me when I watched Sarah and Don together. I stood there, waiting for the barman to come over. It took a while, though he didn’t have any other customers. The wait allowed ti...

In a way, that storm seemed to of sucked the life out of the resort. Although the sun returned, the sultriness of the night didn’t. There seemed to be a chill in the air. Maybe it was a sign that the onset of autumn was not so far away. With the weather cooler, yesterday evening Sarah wore more clothes, jeans, a blouse, a jacket, even panties, though no bra. To reinforce that last fact, my girlfriend had wobbled her boobs...

What is Jen up to? I ask myself as I click on the LushStories website. “Yeah!” I say to myself as a silly grin slips onto my face. There is a new competition and I normally do well at these. My mind suddenly goes into overdrive as my interest peaks. I read on. “Punked!” I exclaim, once again, to the four walls of my home office. “What the fuck!” I have no idea what that word means. Here I am, Mrs Rachael Andrews, forty-si...

We awoke on Wednesday with a bang, quite literally. It was distant thunder. Out of our patio doors, past the little islands, we could see a huge storm brewing. There were dark swirling clouds, which were occasionally illuminated by lightning flashes. Then there was the rumbling noise of the thunder, rolling over the sea and then hitting our apartment with enough violence to rattle the patio doors. Like yesterday, today ha...