My wife and I have a healthy sex life. We are intimate three to four times a week, which is significantly more than other married friends of ours. In order to keep from getting stale or in a rut, we like to spice it up. Sometimes we go out on dates where we play with mild exhibitionism, or we exchange naked photos and sexts. More recently, we have been trying our hand at some roleplay. We’ve done some of the standard situ...

The sun has barely risen this wintry Sunday morning, and fog swirls across the path and canal outside the front door of Claire’s Cunt Kitchen. “Brad, shut the blinds, will you?” calls Claire from deep within the bowels of her kitchen. “And turn the screen on, it’s nearly nine!” Bradley is wiping tables in the front room of the café, scrubbing the last of yesterday’s semen stains off the pink Formica tops. Jill has arrived...

This two-part “Christmas special” follows on from the conclusion of Alison Goes to London – but it can also stand alone. It is 2051, and under the “Enlightenment”, Europe is ruled by Pleasure, and love is eschewed. Claire and Bradley have graduated from the Royal Academy of Fucking and, assisted by their friend, up-and-coming anal slut Riley, have set up a fuck-café in Cuntden Market. However, their best friend Alison has...

“Come and fuck this ass.” “That big, shiny ass?” “Mmhmm.” Her bottom wobbled. He strolled over, clapped a cheek and cupped it while beating the other with his dick. Her gaped star brimmed with lube and was then probed by his veiny dipstick. The symphony of buttocks, pelvis, balls and her distorted vocals stretched his already maniacal grin. He withdrew leaving only the head and heavy twerking followed, sucking the creamy...

  “Okay, m’ cunt, guys, are we all ready?” It was dawn, and outside the window a drear misty late-November morning was beginning to break, as Alison and her friends gathered in her room at Fuckers’ Hall. “Check!” they all chorused. “Okay, let’s go through it. Riley, are you and your friends clear about what’s happening?” “Yeah, I’m meetin’ ‘em at Oxfuck Circus at eight. From there, we’ll be able to see Chad comin’. Chad w...

  Fucky Birthday to you, Fucky Birthday to you, Fucky Birthday, dear Alison, Fucky Birthday to you! “Surprise!” There was a chorus of cheers, and Alison felt her blindfold being untied. She looked around and gasped at the sight of Claire’s room, decorated with bunting and banners displaying messages like “Happy 19th – to a True Whore!” and “Many Fucky Returns!” Little pink paper cocks, tits and asses, dangling from ribbon...

  “OH FUCK, I CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS!!!” screamed Alison in frustration. She was standing naked in the bathroom, scowling angrily at a flexible suction-cup dildo which waggled mockingly at her from her wall-length mirror. Her mouth was drooling – but her pussy was not. There was nothing, Alison thought, nothing at all pleasant about trying to deepthroat a dildo. “What is it, pretty cunt?” called Claire from the bedroom. “T...

  Alison trudged despondently homeward-bound up Tottenham Cunt Road. She was numb, bewildered, livid. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!” she screamed. There was no reaction from any passers-by, for whom the word, in Enlightened Europe of the twenty-first century, was mere background noise. “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, CLAIRE?” Alison shouted into the middle-distance. “WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO FUCKING…” – she quietened...

  Claire was delighted to see Alison back at the Academy, and gave her a long sloppy tongue-suck the moment she reappeared in the Money Lab. That she appeared hand-in-hand with Eva was a shock, and elicited a twinge of jealousy at first – but Alison deflected it with another of her mother’s unassailable moral aphorisms: “The fruits of fucking are joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, gentleness…” “Oh shut up, Al. H...

“Fucking or Non-Fucking?” asked the lady behind the ticket counter. “Fucking, please,” replied Alison confidently. “First Class or Shit Class?” “First, please.” “Two-berth, four-berth, or seat?” “Uh… what’s the difference?” “Well, it’s a long journey, so frankly, if you’re planning on doing any fucking, I would avoid the seat carriages. You can just about give a blowjob, but there’s barely room to spread your legs. Are yo...

Journal Entry: January 21, 2015 Things seem to be getting a bit better in the sex department. I got home today and she was in the kitchen making dinner wearing a nice short sundress. I snuck up behind her and started kissing her neck. I then lifted the sundress up from behind and lowered her panties to the floor. Unzipping my pants, my hard-on sprung out. She didn't resist at all as I pressed my cock between her legs.  As...

"Honey, what are those things for?" Julia asked.Tim's reply had a tone of ignorance. "What things?" he said.Julia hesitated and replied, "You know what things, those condoms."Tim began to explain, "We are finally alone here on vacation. There are hundreds of young studs here on spring break. I want us to have a memorable experience and you said you may be willing to try a threesome. I don't see any better time than now; w...