The January of 1984 was a time that lingers in my memory. I was twenty-one years old and hadn’t long been working for the company, but I was getting to know some of my co-workers quite well. Most were young, single and outgoing, with flirting being common...
Bulge swaggers into the bar His assets viewable from afar Huge swinging dick hanging free Slapping noisily about his knee Cojones that would grace a bull Fertile, virile and jissom full His mission to impregnate Any slut who'd be his date. Tits was feelin...
I couldn't get her out of my head. Her moans were like a song on repeat. I wanted nothing more than to be with her once again. Every time I closed my eyes I could see her, feel her and taste her. By now, my trouser was getting uncomfortable with my stiff...
I'm Robbie, I've been playing football most my life and when I was sixteen I began to love it even more and since that day I've learnt to explore myself and experiment in many ways. I'll explain what happened and why I love going to footy. It was summer a...
My first encounter with a guy was in a cottage near where I lived with a girlfriend. Quite a small cottage, two cubicles, and long, divided, urinal. I was just eighteen and had left home to live in a small bed-sit. I'd been to cottages a few times but alw...
Husband and wife Phil and Sarah Crowther, both aged in their early sixties, had found that their sex life had diminished to close to nothing in recent years except when it got sparked in a certain way. The spark was discovered by accident when Sarah had c...
The boss called me into her office. There were two things wrong with that: as a newbie on the team she had never once called me into her office, and it was late and I was eager to leave. I knocked and waited, looking at the floor and impatiently hopping f...
Summer evenings are just wonderful when the breeze is low and there is still warmth in the air. The dark blue skies mould themselves into dusk and the gentle rustle of the Acer branches and leaves above my head and the smell of the freshly watered fern be...
"I've got one." "Sssshhhh." "But..." "What have I said about when I'm reading?" "I'm not to disturb you when you're reading." "What am I doing?" "You're reading, but..." "Look, how many times do I have to tell you that I really don't care about you...
The Bear on the Hill is one of my regular drinking establishments on a Friday evening. I seemed to have reserved this place in the corner consisting of a couple of chairs, a table that’s just high enough to sit under and a wonderful view of the bar. It’s...
"So you can't write dialogue." "Nope. Not at all. Rubbish at it." "Are you sure that it's can't and not don't?" "Can't, don't. Six of one and half a dozen of the other. The stories are all me, me, me. No dialogue because there's rarely a second character...
Sheila Metcalf stayed at the same seaside Guest House two or three times a year and had done over the last fifteen years or so. She originally went there with her late husband Colin, but sixty-one-year-old Sheila had continued to be a frequent guest since...
In Britain, we often experience several different season’s weather in a day. One minute there’s glorious spring sunshine — then, before you realise, the heavens have opened and there’s rain or even hail, sleet, and snow. These changes move rapidly on the...
I was woken by the ring of my mobile which was on the table next to the bed, I looked at the alarm clock, its' red display was telling me it was forty-five past two in the morning. I looked at the phone, it was the wife calling. She was out for the evenin...
The water was hot against my skin and I lathered and lathered my body more times than I wanted to remember. Did I just do that, I thought. My pussy wasn’t dirty but I kept cleaning it as if I had done something wrong, something bad. I even cried a little...
