The day had finally arrived for Mark to put on his practical demonstration of the equipment that he was trying to sell. The organising had been harder than he originally imagined. Michelle had been initially sceptical about meeting outside her company HQ but Mark had assured her it would be more than worth it. Promises had been made for her, if she wanted to take an active part in the utilisation of the sex toys within th...

Please leave feedback. All characters named and any actions taken are fictional. Mark looked at the four girls he had before him. All of them had previously shared his bed over the past few years and he had enjoyed being with them. Two of the girls, Ingrid and Jasmine were currently unemployed and in need of money. The other two girls, Veronica and Debbie were rather better well off and did not exactly need any extra mone...

Michelle was a hard one to crack. She was the purchase manager of one of the largest sex shop chains in the north of England. He had met her a number of times and so far never managed to sell her anything. She appeared interested in his stock but told him if he could demonstrate how the toys and equipment worked in a more practical fashion she would be more minded to purchase some of his items. He just had to figure out h...

Michelle was standing in her bedroom, fresh from the shower and examining a plain brown package that had just arrived from a mail-order "adult novelties" company. The arrival of said package had been a surprise (in more ways than one!) as she had apparently placed the order some time ago when she wasn't exactly sober. Drunk, alone, and horny. she thought, which in a way summed up how a lot of her weeknights were spent. He...

As I got dressed I slipped my ben-wa balls into my wet pussy. I could feel every move as I put my skirt on. I slipped on a set of heels just for the extra wiggle factor, and left my husband sleeping in bed. He was totally unaware of what he was missing by skipping church. As I drove, I could feel every bump in the road vibrating directly to my pussy, and one particularly bad spot almost had me coming right then. As I stoo...

I woke with Gail nestled next to me. “I’m awake,” she said “How are you feeling?” “I panicked a little, sorry,” she admitted. “I’m a little embarrassed.” “That’s okay,” I said, “You’re okay now.” “I know,” she said, lifting her head off of my chest and rolling onto her back. “I’m sorry I cried. I’ve never done that before. I must have put on a good show. And now my pussy does hurt.” “Well, when you’re up for it, we can wa...

Cindy and Dan had shared their innermost fantasies with each other, in order to decide what to role play when they had performed at one of Barbara’s sex parties. Since then, Dan constantly tried to get Cindy to give him more details, but she was uncomfortable talking about her fantasies to him. When he pressed her enough, or when she was aroused enough, she would give him some details. They had role played several of her...

Ever since Cindy had used Barbara’s Sybian, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. The mind-blowing orgasms that machine caused were unlike anything she had ever experienced. Dan and Cindy immediately googled on “Sybian” the day after the party where she had first seen one. There were lots of videos posted on-line of girls using them to have orgasms. When Cindy watched them, she became aroused, thinking about her incredible...

First off, this is an absolute true story. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and those that don't like soaking wet, spine gripping, all out exhaustive and exquisite orgasms. My husband and I have a wonderful sex life. We hide nothing from each other, including fantasies, what we like and don't like physically, and we communicate very well about our sexual habits. This makes for more intimate, comfortable...

(Continued from Millie’s Slutbook profile I) The ambience of the candlelit background, the glistening pink satin sheets and pillows, the six or seven dildos scattered around her like slaves, this sweaty, shimmering, tanned, blond, voluptuous Asian Catwoman looked like a modern day sex goddess. She looked around, much to her pleasure, seeing dildos of all different shapes, sizes and different skin colors. She just loved th...

Millie hesitated. She was not sure if she should go ahead with it, but she just had to – her hidden desires were becoming harder to control. She needed to stay anonymous. She couldn't afford to be found out. That would ruin her good girl image, and maybe her career too. She was a library assistant in a local college... in the daytime. She was actually a sweet naive innocent country girl who just recently turned twenty and...