I had always fantasized about group sex. But realising it when your partner isn't turned on by the idea is a problem. Just asking friends or colleagues is also not a great idea. I came across an advert for a sex club an hour's drive from home that offered a night where singles were welcome (at a price). For a week or two the idea of going there kept my dirty mind (and my wanking hand) busy, I was imagining all kinds of se...

The barn Since Ava jilted Lorenzo at their wedding it had been tough. Her parents forgave her, eventually, but only by explaining in light terms some of the milder submissive sexual activities she had practiced with Lorenzo, repositioned as him coercing her into depraved sexual acts. Ava felt incredibly guilty in making out Lorenzo was some sort of sexual control freak, as she’d freely given her consent, but she could see...

Last Sunday evening, Megan and I lay in bed getting to know one another, touching, fondling, and sharing our thoughts and fantasies. The memory was fresh in my mind all week. It was the only thing that gave me the energy to press on. The knowledge that later in the week, I would keep my promise to her and take her on an adventure that she would never forget was energizing. The week was a long and difficult one for me. Sor...

Nearby, there’s the snap of a twig… You flinch as you hear the rustle of branches behind us. Before you can look around, I slip your alice band over your head and cover your eyes. You aren’t sure what’s happening now but you can’t wait to find out. Footsteps get closer to us. You can hear whispers. It’s men. Maybe two, maybe three—you can’t tell. They seem to be saying hello to me. And then you realise this is all set up....

I barely have the energy to pull my keys from the lock as I push open the front door. The day has drained me—endless client calls, looming deadlines, and a headache that settled behind my eyes hours ago. All I want is to step inside, kick off my shoes, and decompress. I hang my purse on the hook in the entryway, slip out of my heels, and let out a long sigh as my feet hit the cool floor. The plan is simple: pour a glass o...

Katie The air was still thick with the scent of chlorine and sweat as we made our way from the pool to the living room, bodies still humming from the intensity of what had just happened. The tension between all of us was palpable, a raw energy that hadn’t dissipated even after everything that had just unfolded outside. I wrapped a towel loosely around my shoulders, not bothering to cover much as we settled onto the plush...

“Ugh,” said Lisa, looking at the lineup. “I was hoping it would be just the two of us.” “Well, it’s pretty normal to golf in a foursome,” said Frank. “There are a lot of us here; it would take forever if we went in twos. Besides, we’ll get to know some of your gym buddies.” “I know," said Lisa, sighing, “but I was hoping we could fool around as we played, and with these two along with us, there’s no chance of that. Lisa a...

I am pleased that a few of you had a nice little wank over my wife. How fantastic it must be to have such a slut…It is great until her Friday plans are interrupted. First up to take first place on the "piss Portia off" podium is her sister Jemima who has dared to book a family holiday, and she isn't returning until Sunday. The second place goes to Daphne, who has contracted covid, and I don't know; there are some health c...

When I arrived back at the mansion the following day, Linda was waiting for me at the front door; nobody else appeared to be there. Linda looked amazing in her short black leather miniskirt, sheer silk stockings, patent black six-inch heels, and what appeared to be an opulent red blouse. Linda grabbed my hand and guided me to her bedroom, which was two flights of stairs up. Because her skirt was so short, I was able to se...

Dave and Susie found a table with a great view of the sun setting across the lake and ordered cocktails from the bar. Gin and tonic for him, and a vodka seltzer for her. They sat in silence, watching the sun slowly fade into the evening sky. Dave relived the events of the day as they sat. Things were definitely different about this trip compared to previous years, and he was not sure how much of it could be attributed to...

“What do you mean canceled?” Dave was putting away his credit card and ID when Sam's words cut across the bustle of the lobby. “Can I help?” He stepped across to the check in desk where Andy and Sam were in deep discussion. Obviously something was not going to plan. "I'm sorry, Ma'am." The agent pursed her lips. “This reservation was canceled weeks ago over the phone; we sent you a confirmation email." "Nonsense," replied...