In with the New...

Firstly, my apologies dear readers, for a lack up updates over the festive period.  Things got a little hairy over Xmas; Chloe and I had a blazing row over our respective families, as tends to happen, however this time it went a little further and I ended up kicked out of the house we share. This did present an opportunity, however, and when I called Lisa to let her know what had happened, she could barely contain her excitement as she nervously suggested I spend New Year with her.  Thinking about her gorgeous face and amazing body, I could hardly refuse, and eagerly...

An evening on the couch...

I’m meeting Lisa, the girl I’ve been talking a lot about recently, again this week.  During one of our late night phone calls it turns out we have a mutual friend who happens to be leaving the country for a few weeks – after a bit of sweet-talking, he’s agreed to give me the keys to his apartment; little does he know what I plan to use it for. I’ve been unable to stop thinking about Lisa since that first time we met – she’s completely rocked my world; and just thinking about us being together turns me on instantly. A couple of...

What I’ll do to her…...

I’m seeing Lisa tomorrow night, I haven’t been this excited about something for ages; we’re spending the whole evening, night and next morning together and we’re exchanging gifts – it’s going to be our own early Xmas, and we have a swanky apartment booked out in which to have a little fun. We’ve been planning this for weeks and, being the “creative” mind I am, I’ve concocted a melee of plans for how we’ll pass the time.  Time, however, is the key word, so I’ve tried to be realistic about what...

An Interesting Cocktail...

A few people have asked me, after reading about the special arrangement myself and my wife have, whether I ever get jealous of the thought of her with other men. You would think that, given my own promiscuity, it’d be a little hypocritical for me to even harbour an instant of jealousy – but in all honesty, yes, I do get jealous. I can’t quite explain why – I consider myself quite open sexually; albeit perhaps naive in some ways too – but the thought of her with other men, imagining the things they’ve done to her body, the thought of her...

Watching...

We lay there, over the covers of the large, soft bed; exhausted – we’d been fucking for hours and finally our bodies had started lagging behind our sexual appetites. Lisa had the face of an angel, pure sweet and innocent, like butter wouldn’t melt in her beautiful little mouth; but when the bedroom door was closed, she was a seductive temptress, wildly sexual, not afraid to ask for what she wanted, and committed to the pure pleasure of sexual satisfaction. The taste of her delicious pussy still lingering in my mouth, sweat clinging to our bodies, the...

The perfect welcome...

I’d chatted and flirted with Lisa for weeks; the marketing co-ordinator from our Bradford office, she’d always sounded so cute over the phone, and indulged me just enough to allow each conversation to gradually snowball into more risque territory.  As the days withered away before the firms annual awards party, things moved to texts and emails and became a little steamier than daytime phone calls had allowed. The company had taken the liberty of booking all key staff into a swanky hotel for the evening, but by the time the day came I’d arranged to make a...

These things she says...

She tells me how attractive she thinks I am and that she can’t take her eyes off me.  She says how much she loves my cheeky smile and my dirty laugh.  She talks about my experienced tongue and how I bring her to the edge as I feast on her perfect little pussy.  She says she loves my smooth cock and how it sends thrills through her whole body as I push inside her. She tells me how I’m such a hot kisser, and how turned on she gets when I kiss her neck and earlobe.  She talks about how hot it makes her to hear me say I want her to fuck me.  She says she wants...

First love...

I’ll always remember my very first girlfriend – Jules – we were ten and it was the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen, I remember being nervous about holding hands with her, and getting caught by the school headmaster giving her a peck on the cheek in the hallway.  We both grew up in the same street, but drifted apart as we got older as often happens; but I’ve always smiled when I remembered how we were when we were kids. She moved away after leaving college, settled down and had kids of her own; we hadn’t seen or spoken to each other for...

What you do to me...

It’s snuck up on me in a whirlwind; what started as innocent chat has quickly turned to more… the things I want to do to you, and want you to do to me, I get hard just thinking of your beautiful body, and how you’d use it to drive me crazy, allowing me to return the favour. I want to explore and enjoy every inch of your body, feel you, touch and caress you, taste you and take you.  I want us to get lost in our own world and experience every side of each other – frantic, furious sex; delicate, sensual moments; fucking you, making love to you, fast,...

A Sisters Envy...

Anya was 16 when we first met, 3 years my junior; cute as a button, and filled with youthful exuberance; innocent, unspoiled and curious; we hit it off instantly. Good job really, as the sister of the woman who would later become my wife it didn’t do me any harm to get on so well with her.  As the years passed, however, we found ourselves constantly at odds with each other.  She had blossomed into a fiercely independent, beautiful and sexually empowered young woman; and as the ultimate forbidden fruit, I craved her so much it ached. At first I didn’t realise...