My name's Jim; I'm 34, 6 foot, average build and looks, single, footloose and fancy-free. I'm a doctor – specialising in orthopaedics in a private clinic in London. I drive a black Mercedes SL55 AMG sports car, and own my own flat in a block in an upscale area of South West London. In short, I'm doing OK. If you had asked me on Friday when I came home from work I would have described my home and neighbours as follows: Although they are of widely differing ages, the other occupants of the block I live in all have one thing in common – they're all well-off financially. Some are nice and friendly, and always smile or stop to pass the time of day whenever our paths cross; one or two even invite me to the occasional dinner parties or social gatherings. ... Read More»

I had been married for 18 years when my wife Ellen was killed in a car accident. That was February, 2002. Our two boys were 15 and 17 at the time. Ellen was out of town on business when a tractor trailer crossed the highway median and struck her car head-on. I was devastated even though my marriage had been on the rocks for years. We didn’t fight, Ellen and I had just drifted apart. I never measured up to her expectations. We had been talking openly about divorcing when our youngest son left for college. Between Ellen's life insurance and the lawsuit against the trucking company of the negligent driver I was the beneficiary of over 4 million dollars. In addition, each of my boys got their own trust funds that would provide for college and well ... Read More»

Even if she is my daughter, I have to say that Brittany is your typical dumb blonde. She never seems to know what's good for her. On the other hand, what the fuck do I care ? I'm having some of the best sex of my life because the girl's not got sense enough to keep the best thing that ever happened to her. Oh, well . . . My beautiful Brittany's had her turn keeping every bad boy in town happy and satisfied. She's paraded every one of them through the house at one time or other. They're all either pierced or tattooed - or both. At the very least they have beards, moustaches and long hair that covers their faces so I can't see their eyes. She went through a really irritating, "I only want to date artists and musicians" phase that lasted about five years. None of ... Read More»

I'd never had a massage in the UK. I'd never needed one or wanted the sort of pleasure I gained from attending spas in such places as Crete, Thailand and Spain. I had enjoyed those. They were part relaxing, part sheer pleasure and part, I knew, but they were not sold that way, part erotic. But now I needed one. I needed a proper massage. My back was so tight and had been for two weeks now. I had to do something. I wasn't a member of the gym just down the road from where I lived with my mum. She was a member and it was her suggestion that I book a massage there. "There seems to be quite a few masseurs, some quite dishy too" she said smiling as she climbed out of our very warm, half indoor and half out pool. She was topless as she often was nowadays. The ... Read More»

When I first married Patrick, he couldn’t get enough fucking, but last year when I turned 35, my sex drive surged, and I started wanting it every day. That’s when Patrick’s urges slowed down completely. Now, he doesn’t even seem to care about sex, and it’s all I think about. I wake up wishing that Patrick had a woody, and the wanting goes on until I fall asleep and dream I’m fucking random guys in the neighborhood. I get through my day by surfing the Web for erotic stories and pictures, masturbating between doing the laundry, cleaning the kitchen, and making sure Patrick and my three kids have everything they need. I usually take about five of my little breaks per day. The slightest thing gets me horny: a new character on one of my soaps, a new teacher’s ... Read More»

I was between girlfriends and not having much luck picking up sluts in the local bar so I got online and started browsing profiles on an adult dating site. There were several girls who lived near me and I sent a message to several of them. A day later I got a reply from one "Crystal" a really skanky hard looking slut that lived in my home town in Arizona. We emailed and chatted and after a few hours of nasty sex talk she invited me over. When she answered the door I could see she looked trashier in person than she did from her picture. She had that trampy trashy slut look that makes my cock throb. She looked like a cross between a trailer trash bar fly and a biker bitch, she was 45 years old, 5' 10" thin body, medium sized saggy tits and very long legs, After ... Read More»

Do you find that in this sometimes painful sometimes wonderful world of ours that life's pleasures are best enjoyed when they come unexpectedly? I do. That's how it was with me and Mrs Kellerman. Unexpected, and fine, very, very fine. I met Mrs K when I was staying at my aunt's house one summer. At the time immediately before I met her, I was in a kind of down-hearted frame of mind. Shortly after I met her I was flying high on my own personal cloud. Now, I have a precise, precious memory of this beautiful, curvaceous woman of, I'd guess around her mid-fifties (it is rude to ask I've been told), with a warm smile and a kind heart, not to mention a ripe full figure and accommodating wet and warm mouth, pussy, and asshole. Mrs Kellerman was a neighbour of my ... Read More»

* * * * * Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against the doorway watching Mrs. Jessica Phillips pace nervously back and forth from window to window in the airy bedroom that she had been allocated by her hostess, Lady Eliza Montgomery. Dressed in mourning black and possessing a figure from front on that was more reminiscent of a roly poly man, she fidgeted with a lace handkerchief and kept muttering "no, no" to herself. She was a patroness of Almacks and some said the chief patroness. The ladies of Almacks held sway in the ton and determined who held balls, who attended and, depending on how impressed they were, which young ladies met advantageous matches during their coming out season. They were a prestigious bunch, highly respected or ... Read More»

It was spring vacation. I had decided to celebrate my 40th birthday by taking three weeks off and head to Florida to see my widowed mother. I was checking into air fares and got ticket shock at the prices the airlines charge at that time of year. I decided that even with the price of gas and lodging, I would drive the 1300 miles south. I called my mother to let her know that I would be arriving by car and at the same time, it gave me a chance to whine about the cost of airfare. Mom informed me that her best friend wanted to come down to Florida, but it was too far for her to drive alone. I didn't think much of that comment until 2 days later. Muriel, my mother's friend called and asked if I would want to drive her to Florida. She said she would pay for all ... Read More»

Well after or first chat for next few days I got stuck up in business so much that chatting was out of my mind. One fine day my whole family left for a marriage to a nearby town and I was alone for next 2 days. I reached home after work little early that day; I changed into something comfy and ordered dinner for myself to nearby takeaway joint. Well as I was relaxing on bed suddenly my mind suddenly got a thought about my chat with that girl and immediately logged on to pc. I was cursing myself that how I lost a thought about her. As I logged back onto messenger I had few offline message from her, and the last one was message which was about 15min old. I kept myself glued to screen crossing my finger that she might log on again and to my luck she was back on ... Read More»

I finally dragged my ass off the couch Saturday night about seven o’clock, five hours after Leah left me laying there after our rendezvous in the shower. I was spent. Over the last twenty hours, I had taken Leah in her bed twice, woken up to her giving me a morning blow job, left her place to be followed by her roommate Kelly who announced that I was to continue fucking Leah while servicing her in some little twisted game of hers, go down on her then fuck her on my couch and finally have Leah come over for a shower and an ass fuck. And Sunday, I look forward to Kelly waking me for some sexual escapades while Leah is at church, then wait for Leah to come home to continue our little sex games. Obviously a nice problem for a man to have, two nineteen year olds ... Read More»

I walked into the coin-op laundry in Utica New York and scoped out an empty machine. It was a single unit at the end of a long row of shaking and rattling machines. I raised the lid and emptied my pillowcase full of clothing into the tub. I had not been to a Laundromat since college, and frankly, I hadn’t missed it. A woman across from me smiled broadly, and I smiled back. She was about fifty pounds over my preferred weight limit, but she had some huge tits encased in a way-too-tight spandex shirt. It had been over three weeks since I’d had sex, but I wasn’t quite desperate to flirt with Big Bertha. A more promising candidate sat near the door on a plastic chair, reading a tattered magazine. She had a huge rack, also, this one covered by a ... Read More»

I would love your feedback on my stories, I would like to write stories for people to read and have fun with. If you have any ideas or would like a personalised storey then give me a shout. These storeys are very much my own fantasies and if you could help make them happen then give me a shout. I'd been asked by my next door neighbours to keep an eye on their house while they were away on holiday. They where a nice couple, pretty normal with a real nice house. One thing I liked was they had a real big water bed in their bedroom; they also had a real big bathroom with a giant shower cubicle. I ventured to the house to find a nice, clean and at my disposal. There was a note on the table wit all the instructions for watering the plants, which lights to turn on ... Read More»

Chapter 1: Learning to Dance I know why Susan was my girlfriend. I was in my mid-20's, a graduate student at a medium sized university, and I had plenty of girls to choose from, even if I wasn't the kind of guy to get the beauty queen. Susan wasn't particularly pretty—or ugly. She was about 15 pounds overweight—a little on the plump side. She did have enormous knockers—cantaloupe sized, that I adored because although they were big, they were firm, not saggy. But the reason I liked being Susan's boyfriend was that she loved to fuck. I don't know what the clinical definition of nymphomania is, but she must have come close. She was always horny, and if she wasn't horny, she was willing to get that way. I didn't take much. All I had to do was say, " God, your ... Read More»

Glancing at the clock for the thirtieth time in the past ten minutes…. the anticipation of what the evening is going to bring is causing little tremors to move over me. Sitting in my module at work, I am thinking about how I had gone to that Adult bookstore at lunchtime. I didn’t have much time but knew exactly what I was going to buy. I had walked into the store, glancing around to see who was inside and quickly went to the west wall and found a strap on dildo. I remember seeing them online at one of the porno sites, John had been checking out the toys and I was glancing over his shoulder. This one had leather straps and the dildo was a soft baby pink, about 7” long and 1 l/2” diameter. I had run my hands over the display model and loved the soft silky texture, ... Read More»