I’m wondering what she’s thinking as she sits there looking off into the distance. The sun is going down and the sunset over London is beautiful. She rolls her eyes to the side and tilts her head back slightly so that she’s looking directly at me. Our eyes lock. Her deep, doe-eyed gaze is completely captivating as it searches my face for answers. My stare lingers as I admire her unrivalled beauty, seizing the opportunity...

I usually wake with an erection as a matter of course.That morning my partner had taken advantage of the fact mercilessly, so I had found myself waking to the unique sensation of my manhood being enveloped in warm, wet, and slippery flesh. It took me a few seconds to reach the conclusion I wasn't dreaming. Wonderful, though certainly unexpected.It certainly beat a damp flannel, an elbow in the ribs, or (the most frequent)...

He's such a pretty boy.I like to look at him, lying there asleep without a care in the world. Flat on his back as usual, with his arms wrapped round the pillow above his head.Today, as on most days, I'm awake before him and it gives me the opportunity to sit up in bed and just look without making him self-conscious. I like to study the shape of him, the colour of his skin, the slight asymmetry that makes rather than mars...

The taxi drops us off by Harrods department store as instructed by Anita. I get a great view of her ass as she hops off the taxi in front of me.“Damn, her friend must be loaded,” I think to myself as I realise the apartment we are walking towards is located right opposite Harrods.Anita quickly opens the front door and we get in the lift. Although exhausted from our earlier sex session, the chemistry between us is electrif...

“Dude, can’t we just open a bottle of Glenfiddich and chill at your place?” I asked my best friend as I slumped on his couch and kicked my shoes off. He continues to totally ignore me and sorts out an Uber taxi to take us to one of the sports bar in London. Having driven to London from Exeter, a good four hour drive, I am absolutely knackered but Rob is having none of it. “Dan, you’ve got to go out and check out some chic...

Wednesday, 10.10pm I’ve got shaky hands again. Clammy palms too. But this time it’s not rage. I’m quivering somewhere between nerves and anticipation. Part of me wants to run away and hide in a bathroom. That part of me is ashamed to be here, and it’s telling me it’s not too late. “It’s only a discussion, you silly girl!” Martin’s reading my mind again. “Pull yourself together now. Honestly, there isn’t a sign around your...

He’s done it again. The little shy boy routine, the wide oval eyes full of sparkle, the uneasy stammer. I’ve been with James for a year or so now. I know the tricks only too well because I fell for them myself. The story of a softly spoken, innocent looking guy who wouldn’t hurt a fly, but scratch the surface and you find the reality. ** We’re sat in a backstreet pub in the centre of London, nothing out of the ordinary, a...

Since the blizzard last year, I’ve kept my distance from Jayson and the chicken-head that has come home to roost. I became more focused on my photography and writing at the magazine. I had to put Jayson out of my mind regardless of his sexual prowess. I tried so hard to forget my unhappy encounter with his estranged wife in favor of bigger and better things. My self-denial paid off when I eventually landed assignments to...