“Dot, are we really going to do this?” Holly seemed suddenly unsure as she looked up at the fluorescent purple sign that hung above the door. It read Velvet Verve; it was the bar where, ten years ago, they had met their husbands. “You bet babe… We did not come all this way not to.” “Dot, we only live a couple of miles away.” “That is not the point, Holly. I have not squeezed my big fat frame into this ten-year-old little...

As I stepped into the shower, my wife asked, “Why don’t you write many micro-stories?” “It is not my thing,” I truthfully replied. She wickedly grinned, “If you write one for me, I give you a blow job.” I was taken aback. She never offered me something like this before. As the water cascaded over me, I started scribbling in my head. While still dripping, I handed her a sheet of paper. Her eyes widened, surprised as she re...

The Halloween sex party invite said a pumpkin must be part of your attire. Mine my mask. My wife’s painted on her bare bottom, her sister's idea. Cock in hand, I lasciviously look for her. In front of me, an orgy of naked bodies, probing, moaning; copulating. My wife's long red hair in the middle, her painted pumpkin winking at me; inviting me in. I grab her hips. My erect cock slides through the grease paint, straight in...

Four and a half hours after take-off at Gatwick, and Sarah and I were all checked into our “adult only” Cretan hotel. As we unpacked our suitcases in our villa apartment, we were all smiles, as well as in the holiday spirit, having already drunk our free, welcoming cocktail at reception while waiting to get the keys to our apartment. I kept trying to peek at what Sarah was unpacking, but every time I looked, she caught me...

My husband is a bit of a “real ale” nut. Whenever we go to a different pub, he always has to check out what beer it’s serving, and whether it’s proper cask ale or not. Nothing gets him more excited than trying a new beer, unless it’s one from a brand-new brewery, in which case he practically has an orgasm in his trousers. And apparently “cask beer” isn’t the same as “craft beer” either. Or at least not necessarily. Not th...

“Okay Mr Grayson, so it’s £20 if you want me to pull my top down.” “Do you like them? It’s another ten to touch.” “Okay, you can show me yours.” “Oh gosh, it’s big. Rub it against my boobs? I guess that’s another twenty.” “Go on, you can put it between them.” “Oh God no, Mr Grayson! I didn’t say you could cum on them. Now I’m covered in it. What a mess.” “Lick it off? I suppose so. But that’s another fifty.” “You haven’t...

Imagine lying naked on your bed. You’re blindfolded and can’t see a thing. On the other side of the door is someone you’ve never met, never talked to, and may never meet visually. They are waiting to fuck you. That was my fantasy. I didn’t want to know who the person was at all. I didn’t want to have to think about it. I just wanted to get fucked by someone who could see me, but I couldn’t see. And someone who might run i...

Sarah was waiting for me when I picked her up at 1 pm on Friday afternoon, and she looked lovely, even wearing nothing but her work clothes. We kissed, and I told her how beautiful she looked before driving to my local town. It was close to where my parents lived and also the largest town in the area. Sarah seemed in a joyful and playful mood. It felt different from the last two weeks when at times things had sometimes go...

Lily and Tim quickly park after arriving an hour late to Henry's house party. Lily, glancing over at Tim, notices how rushed his appearance is and reaches over to smooth out his shirt collar. Then she ponders her own outfit for the evening. She is feeling a little overdressed, but she also knows that Tim likes her to show off just a little. They arrive on the scene in such a rush, you would think they were there as EMTs i...