It was now almost midnight and Natalie, Jake and Emma had been locked together in the facesitting shorts for almost two hours. Two hours of skin on skin contact, as they formed a ring with each person locked to their neighbour’s butt. Two hours of dosing off with doting kisses, only to awake with aroused eyes to find themselves still snuggled inskin-on-skinto the same butt cheeks. The curvy woman had made coffee and only...

Kai was once again alone with Kate. Being in a woman’s bed was not unusual for Kai, but this felt very different. For a start, he was handcuffed to her bed and locked in a chastity cage. But it was more than that. This wasn’t some girl he’d picked up at a club. This was a girl who owned him. While there was an undeniable physical attraction between them, everything resolved around Kate. Kate’s control of his cock gave her...

Jake’s breathing quickened as Natalie edged closer to his smother box. She lifted her left leg and knelt seductively on the edge of the lid. Smooth warm thighs, all the way up to the hem of her panties, were now on show, but Jake could do nothing but watch and wait. The curvy woman slinked closer, watching in delight as Jake and Natalie fixed eyes on each other. She loved how her bar could ignite such lust between lovers,...

“Please Jake, we need a guy,” Natalie begged, her coffee cup clattering down on its saucer, “We can’t go otherwise.” She touched her pouting lips, shuffled on her chair and recrossed her legs. She twisted her head to create waves of long dark hair and hoped that the freckles on her nose and her tendency to giggle weren’t taking away from her practised look. “If I come,” Jake replied slowly, holding out a stern finger, “Yo...

Nobody had heard from him for five years. Never far from the front pages, his self-inflicted exile fuelled intense media speculation. Ultimately, even that faded, his shrinking column inches relegated to Daily Mail clickbait articles or opinion pieces reminiscing his charitable work and many books. It seemed the world had forever lost the generosity and spark of one of the most eminent billionaires. Until today. I was mee...

The sibilance in her voice echoes around the underground office car park as she furtively glances over the row of vehicles either side of her black Lexus. "Seriously? Here? Now?" I reach out and tuck a stray tawny lock behind her ear. Lean in close enough to brush the swell of her chest from the low-cut, two-tone dress, and growl, "Panties. I won't ask again." "But I'm… It's nearly five…" "You should hurry then. I need yo...

John was nineteen years old. He had grown up on a large housing estate where there were plenty of other boys of his age to hang around with. He had been part of a gang of about twelve friends. One of the gang was a boyish-looking girl who always made sure that she was in on all of the games they played and the trouble that they got into from time to time. She always dressed in boy’s jeans and tee-shirts and although none...

It started when I was sixteen. I guess that's how it works for everyone, right?  The girl next door; a hot, college student who was the object of my dreams, was into community theater. We'd spend afternoons helping her with her plays. Sometimes she had the boys play female roles. She even dressed us up. I guess something about it just felt right. Something stuck. Of course, a grown man in a dress isn't socially acceptable...

I've always fantasized about it, Neena wrote.  Meeting a man in a bar. Going back to my place.  And discovering that he's wearing panties. It’s so taboo. We were texting one another.  A few days earlier, she'd responded to a simple ad that I'd placed online.  There wasn't much text--just a picture of my hard bulge barely contained in panties.  She was the only woman to reply. Have you ever been with a man in panties? I as...