My heart beat fast with expectation as I walked in the summer sunshine along the path that led to a huge house divided into several flats, on Nottingham’s Park Estate. This was a hall of residence for students from the University and I was there to see Mitch again. He had now completed his final year and was due to return to America at the end of the week. Mitch greeted me with a kiss at the front door and led me into his...

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...

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...

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...

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...