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...

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...

My name is Angela. I am a forty-eight-year-old divorced mother with three children, two grown-up sons in their early twenties and a thirteen-year-old daughter. I have been divorced for around twelve years and have not been in a relationship since we separated. I have spent the last twelve years being a mum and making sure my kids had the best upbringing I could provide them, life is hectic as I also have a full-time job i...

I was reminded of a party that Tracey and I went to when I recently read "I thought he was my boyfriend." We as a group had rented a large country house for four nights, where the event was held. There were twenty of us, and the house and its annexe together contained fourteen bedrooms. All of us, eight girls and twelve guys in our twenties and early thirties, had been friends since school and continued into university. T...

Ok, so the separation is all over bar a few bits of admin. She goes her way, I go mine… Mine that week takes me to a corporate boondoggle at Ascot races. I’m not into horses in any sense, but getting away from the office for two days seems like a good idea. We’re in a hotel a few miles from the track, about thirty of us. The average age, bar the big bosses, is well below my thirty-seven, and most of the women won’t be see...

Chapter 1 I hear footsteps enter the room on the opposite side of the wall of the dark room I'm in. I'm on my knees staring at a hole, and my mouth is watering. My heels are anxiously shifting as I adjust my mini skirt, my smooth and chunky ass and thighs popping out of it, my tiny dick starting to pulse. I run my fingers through my long straight wig. Yeah, I'm not a woman, at least not full time. But it's where I feel th...

Chapter 5... Nine Months Past... Dawdling in the hotel's hallway, I felt as nervous as I had the first time I'd been sent to meet a client. Glancing at my watch I saw more seconds I was being billed for tick past. Mustering my nerve, I tapped on the door. The woman who answered looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her beauty was astonishing. I shouldn't have been so surprised. Marla ran a small and exclusive service. She onl...