It was Phil who told me all about ‘The Attic’. I first got to know him when I attended a bukkake afternoon at his house in Leeds, which you can read about in my story ‘Bukkake Time’. It was there that I heard about places where I could find more new and exciting sexual experiences. Although living in Nottingham for many years, I hadn’t heard of ‘The Attic’ in Derby. Today, it is an active swingers’ club where, at the week...
I looked down at two women on their knees in front of me. One had her head bobbing up and down on my thick cock while the other was cupping my balls and stoking me with two fingers. I was definitely going to cum, my second time tonight. My God, I couldn’t believe this. Just an hour ago, I was alone with my girlfriend Alexi, the one sucking my cock with gusto and whose pussy I already filled with a load of semen. We had it...
I was in Virginia at a conference for my job in sales. It was boring and lucrative work that capped a rather exciting life of “consulting” in war zones for fifteen years. The years were glamorous and dangerous, yet not conducive to fatherhood. I’m forty, married for eleven years and have a one-year-old son. I have not strayed, but that was about to change. I walked down to the hotel restaurant and seated at the bar was a...
I secretly lusted after our married friend Rose, Since the short skirt she wore one Easter - That I honestly couldn't help seeing up - Under the table sitting across from us. Her skirt was too short and legs too thin - to hide the pink panties she was wearing. I did my best not to look in her direction, but her panties outplayed my discretion. I was the only one in the line of fire, No witnesses to the spark of my desire....
Most of my meet-ups as a nineteen-year-old had been in Nottingham’s toilets, where I enjoyed receiving mutual wanks and blow-jobs from different men. I wasn’t aware of other places where I could get similar pleasures until a man who was stroking me at a toilet in the city happened to mention a local cruising ground. It surprised him that I hadn’t been there and suggested that I visit it. Woodland surrounds Nottingham’s Ra...
It was in 1980 that I moved to Nottingham as an eighteen-year-old, keen to discover places where I might find some sexual adventure. It was a dangerous time since the laws against homosexuality were draconian, and getting caught in any compromising activity risked severe penalties. Many guys weren’t deterred by this, and some even appeared to relish the risks involved. The obvious places for action were the various public...
She lifts her arms, gingerly but not hesitatingly, like someone just waking up from sleep might slowly stretch theirs. So cute, thinks the man sitting close in front of her on the soft, furry surface of a light-colored rug by the window of the studio apartment. She is anything but sleepy, however. Her senses are alive with a sharp tinge of desire. The man in front of her lifts her peach-colored sweater up above her arms,...
The Mile-high clubs’ latest members left their smell of sex behind, returning sweaty and flush across the aisle. It aroused me. I saw him later. "Meet me in five, bathroom at the front of the plane, I wanna fuck." Five minutes later I walked in, waited. Anticipation growing in equal proportion to my wetness. Then the rap on the door. He stepped in, his hardness leading. I bounced in his lap and rode him until I came on th...
The excitement I felt as I moved towards her. The fear as I saw her reaching for me. The hand grasping hold of my member. The stroking I felt as her hand moved gently over. The twisting movement of her hand on my shaft. The feeling that came with the attention she provided. The rise of my orgasm as desire took over. The release of my cum as it spilt over. The panting of my breath not believing her actions. The mess over h...
Somehow, being on the train always turns me on. Maybe it’s the vibration of the vehicle, sending delicious shivers through my pussy, or maybe it’s the many stories I’ve read about people getting naughty on public transport. Or maybe it’s the fact that I write stories while commuting. All probably contribute to my wetness, but I can never seem to worry about the throbbing of my pussy. No ones has ever noticed, probably. Or...
Mark Hogan was a man in his mid-thirties and he was on an underground train heading east after spending his day deep in London. It was not yet peak time, but getting towards it and the trains were getting very busy and Mark, and many others, were standing. Mark lived alone and although he had a few female acquaintances, some of whom he had sex with, he had nobody special in his life.At the next stop, a lot of people got o...
For my fifth bit of fun with an escort, I fancied something a bit dirtier, like a porn star type experience and I knew the exact escort I was going to meet. When I first joined the escort website, there was an escort that I had read a few reviews on and I always wanted to meet her but was too nervous. The reviews always said things like, "You don't fuck her, she fucks you," and, "Not for the faint-hearted." Her profile na...
After my fantastic meeting with Holly, I decided that thirty-minute meetings were the way to go. I can still have lots of fun and cum a couple of times as well as being more affordable so I can see more people. I logged into the Escort site I use and looked for any new profiles I liked the look of. I spotted one new profile that was set up the day before that had no reviews but a few pictures and information on the lady....
Lockdown hair, hairdresser neglected, touseled and freed to pursue its own destiny. Arched eyebrows, tweezer plucked into submission, shocked by the inevitable. Almond eyes, narrowed and sightless, all pupil, iris a mere halo of dopamine delight whilst mascara flecks scatter themselves across my lower eyelid. Wrinkles and crinkles in delta patterns etched across my skin, testimony to all the orgasms, all the laughter, all...
“Happy birthday. Seventeen eh?” “Glad 'you' are enjoying it.” “This is the first time we have fucked bareback. Like it?” “I do. Just be careful.” “How many guys have fucked you?” “Two, Peter and John. How many girls have you fucked?” “Two.” “Who?” “Sue and Jan.” “Who is the best?” “You.” “Oh, shit … Oh shit.” “Get it out … quick … get it out.” ........................................... “Did you just cum inside me?” “...
