Barb and I woke up and had a quick coffee before showering together. Today we were going on a six-hour cruise that Sally and Dave our friends and neighbours at the swinger's resort described as ‘an orgy at sea’. As the hot water streamed down our bodies, Barb and I kissed and gently caressed each other's bodies. Her hands running up and down my back, over my butt cheeks. She started to kiss her way down my body as she kne...

Sie stared at the pregnancy test in her trembling hand, the two pink lines undeniable proof of what she already suspected: Tyrone had knocked her up. She was only 20 years old—barely out of her teens—and yet, the thought of carrying his seed inside her made her wet. She picked up her phone and dialled his number, her heart pounding. "Tyrone? It's me," she breathed, trying to keep her voice steady. "I know who it is, baby,...

Everything Lizzy and I expected of Frenchmen was true. They spoke in that dreamy accent, treated women well, and were exceptional in bed. In particular, we discovered that after the end of the global pandemic, sexual sharing in gay Paree had shot through the roof as if making the statement enjoy life while you can. Lizzy was excited about our upcoming trip. The principal appeal was the thrill of sleeping with a stranger w...

My Korean girlfriend and I had fantasized for some time about sex in a club or with other people present. On a holiday in Paris, we made our hot fantasy come true. The club is near the Louvre and we stayed in a hotel very close to avoid hassle with late-night taxis. The dress code is smart for men, no jeans and sneakers, lingerie and high heels for ladies. My girl put a coat over her lingerie and off we went, just after m...

Chapter Three. The 43 Club. London, 1923. It was the dawn of a new era. The time of Flappers, cocktails, frivolity, and the Charleston. In the 1920s, London's toes were tapping to the new sound of jazz. Everybody wanted to dance, nobody wanted to sleep, and nightclubs were mushrooming around the city's West End. Deep in the heart of Soho, at 43 Gerrard Street, was a small, intimate nightspot known simply as the '43'. Its...

I got an invite to a fetish party on a boat in the canal of Brussels a few years back. It turned out a night to remember for an exhibitionist like me. Whenever I recall it I feel the urge to masturbate and I'm typing this with a hard-on. The dress code was leather, BDSM and such and I went in tight leather pants, a black shirt and the tiniest of underpants that I could find in my drawer. I went out at midnight with trepid...

I married late twenties. My early life from my late teens to early twenties had been full of excitement, then for many years, life had become somewhat stagnant. Finally, in my late twenties, I met someone, and marriage seemed like a perfectly normal progression. However, having been married for twelve years we had parted ways as it became obvious we weren't best suited. Not an acrimonious departure more a realisation that...