South africa Stories

As usual, the message from Jess went straight to my cock, they always do, even when she only wants to tell me about her new car. She is that kind of woman. This one was simple, “work wants me to fly to Amsterdam to sort out a problem with a supplier.” Most people would have taken such a bland message in their stride, not me, I didn’t need to read it twice before taking a couple of days' leave from work and then logging on...

I masturbate a lot and I don’t have a problem with it, I am a healthy sixty-one-year-old who more often than not is just horny. Most of the time I masturbate alone, but sometimes I have company and that is always fun. I’d met Jess on a sex writing site and we seemed to hit it off very well. What started as heavy flirting very quickly developed into full-on cyber-sex, Skype was our channel of choice. The simple ping of an...

There could be no doubt about the source of the noise coming through the wall from the adjacent flat. The guy in the next flat was jerking off, and really going for it. Lauren was pretty certain she could also hear the tell-tell sounds of a porn channel in the background. Lauren was not in a position to judge because as she lay there alone in her London flat she was pleasuring herself with a new glass dildo she had bought...

FlightRadar may not be the most used website by lovers of erotic fiction, but if you know you know. I had checked a hundred times already but the Airbus had left Oliver Tambo airport on time and the plane was currently somewhere over Congo. I had tried to get some sleep but my mind was having none of it. Everything we had written, every word we had spoken would soon be coming true.  We both knew that this was just too goo...

    With the main meal served and after dinner drinks consumed, most of the passengers had opted to try and get some sleep on the long overnight flight down to Cape Town. The 747 wasn’t full tonight, which meant that the cabin crew were not rushed off their feet and were able to look after the passengers well.  Deborah Thomas was working in the business class cabin with a couple of colleagues. They had no difficult passen...

Callum was excited an evening and hopefully, a night of passionate lovemaking lay ahead of him. He took a bottle of very chilled white wine from his fridge and some flowers he had cut from his garden an hour ago. He set off on foot for Raynes Park, a walk that would take him about twenty minutes. It was a glorious summer evening in London. Callum had turned his life around in recent months; an acrimonious divorce - and be...