Tony: My cock had been hard as a rock most of the afternoon. I wasn’t supposed to meet her today, it wasn’t in our plans, but I knew that if I called her she would come. She’d have to, because her obsession was as great as mine, perhaps worse. It was already late in the day so she’d make the weak, obligatory objections about her husband coming home and getting dinner ready for him and their two kids… But she’d be there. I...

Janet Tompkiss loved quiet, and she liked to be quiet. She moved around the house and garden almost silently; not with any sinister mien, but with a soft and gentle grace. Peter, her husband, sometimes called her his ‘Lady Goldberry’. She liked that, and in the same terms of loving affection she referred to him as ‘Bombadil’. It matched his good humour, and the fact that he clumped around the place. She thrilled to the so...

I'd been coming round for a few weeks and I'd shared some amazing moments with my younger lover. We both found these illicit meetings hugely exciting. We liked lots of foreplay as it built the anticipation. Then when our passions and desires really took over we explored pleasures that felt new and exciting for both of us. As soon as I got up to your room and closed the door I grabbed you by the arms and pulled you to my c...

She never noticed him at first as she browsed the rows of bra and panty sets on the ladies underwear aisle of a well- known High Street clothing retailer. Her mind was elsewhere, engrossed on what to wear for her twelfth wedding anniversary. Things had gotten stale between her and Steve, her husband, this last while. She needed to put the spark back into their relationship, spice things up, and she thought that maybe a ni...

It was inevitable! I should have known it! You can’t work in close proximity with someone you’ve been to bed with and not want to do it again. Forbidden fruit always tastes better, and eventually your craving for it overrides your conscience. So it was with Tammy and I. After our one night stand, we had discussed what we had done, how wonderful it felt, and how unfair it was to our respective spouses and families. We actu...

All persons in this story are 17 years or above. Period 6 on a Friday. The Graveyard Shift. A classroom at 28 degrees filled with surly, uncooperative teenagers fuelled by hormones and the urgent desire to get the hell out of there. It was these times that forced Danni to remind herself why she did her job; although it was difficult to pin-point exactly what that was right now. "Okay, everyone. We all want to get out of h...

The power she had over me was immediate and irresistible. I tried to avert my attention, but she sparkled in the August sunlight. My wife and I were greeting our new neighbors shortly after the moving van pulled away on Friday. They were from Connecticut, an attractive couple with a high-school daughter that was a heavenly vision.It was the coquettish way she delighted in the effect she had on me that let me know she was...

Sally was forty-three years old when she first had sex with two guys at once. Her son and daughter were both away at college. She was still married at the time but that had already grown into a hollow sham of a relationship. She partly blamed herself. Her sexual appetite was strong and her husband over the years sensed he was never able to fulfill her needs. Eventually he stopped really trying and their lovemaking grew mu...

PRISONERS OF LOVE Dorothy looked up as the door creaked open, her fingers hovering above the heavy, black typewriter, a look of mild irritation on her face. Colonel John McGinty registered the look and his mouth twitched in the typical military smile she had grown to despise. Why did soldiers act as if emotions were an enemy to be killed, rather than something to embrace? He stepped into the tiny office and Dorothy took i...