Julia had to take a break, she was quite drunk now but she went back to the kitchen and opened a bottle of Chablis that was in the fridge and sat at the table. Thoughts tumbled through her mind, a salad bowl flavoured with vaginal secretions and cum, a French girl sucking her husband's cock while this woman, Alice, masturbated him, a woman in a car with a vi...
I was very cross when I was overlooked for the job of Department Manager. My annoyance was increased when my new boss turned out to be Paul Petts, a young man, fresh from a business college, who was young enough to be my son! At least his predecessor had been older than me. Now aged 50, I found it was quite depressing to have a 24 year old manager. My name...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...
I was in emotional turmoil as the last spasms of orgasm were leaving me. Jim was very matter of fact and seemingly unashamed as he stripped out of my wife's knickers, threw the three pairs on the bed and pulled his own shorts back on. I took Jill's knickers off and started to dress. "That was great." He said. "The best wanks always involve dirty knickers."...
My wife's first Christmas party with her new employers was looming and she was worried. It was fancy dress and the theme was vicars and tarts. She told me she didn't feel too comfortable dressing like a tart in front of people she had barely got to know yet, so I gallantly offered to go as a tart leaving her free to attend dressed as a vicar. That did it, sh...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I was eighteen when we moved, that is my father and me. My mother had left a year or so ago. I don't know why they split, they never talked to me about it, but I think my mother had been seeing someone else. My Dad met Rosemary soon after. She was in a similar position to him, bei...
[Author's note: This story was originally posted in "Lesbian Sex", but due to the heavy sadomasochistic themes of the series, I have moved it to "BDSM".] ***** --Dr Isabella Pacetti's Notes: To recap: Katy has introduced Sophie to the cellar of Mrs Alderney's house, a room which is effectively a dungeon. Unable to explain her motivation, confused by her n...
The lazy lads' weekend I had expected to spend with Johan was unfortunately interrupted by Anna's early return to university later that day, but the memory of being naked in the kitchen wanking with a mate continued to play in my mind. Despite knowing I was straight, the freedom and arousal of sharing what was usually a private experience with a likeminded l...
We were out shopping when we saw that they had a sale of underwear on in the ladies lingerie section of the store. My wife, Debbie said to me. 'Jack, why don't you come with me and help me choose some nice new knickers?' She had that naughty sparkle in her eyes so I was hardly going to go and look through the sock sale was I? I have to admit to a thing ab...
Part Two: Back Seat of the Bus. The first thing I noticed when I stepped on to the platform was, of course, the stink of ass. One of my sexual tormentors may have gotten a good anal tongue bath but, in my haste to clean my face, I had neglected to clean out my nose... It was slick and sticky with bum-juice all the way up both nostrils, and its pungent, sti...