This episode actually happened. It’s something that brings me out in goose bumps when I think about it, and I fantasise about it quite often. It concerns me and my boyfriend (whom I shall call Mr X), and at the time, we were ‘on a break’. Every bloke I met during that period made me realise just what I was missing - no one was as cool or made me laugh like Mr X did. The one night stand I had wasn’t a patch on Mr X and instead of making my ego soar, that bloke succeeded in making me feel like an oversexed whore. Mr X and I had started talking and seen each other a few times, which had ended up with us all over each other.

I met Jack online about two years ago. He basically was on the Admin Team at a forum that I freelanced for. We had talked a lot and a few times he had personal chats on Messenger, sent a few photos and so on. But he got so intimate, that I pulled the plug and we became friends. But something kept making me come back to the flirting antic.

Ethan ran upstairs to his bedroom to get dressed. He put on a pair of boxer shorts. His thing was not as hard as before, but it hung out the left leg of his shorts. He put on his jeans and looked at himself in the mirror. His thing clearly stood out against his left leg. He sighed and took the jeans off.

I'd seen him before. We'd exchanged looks over our coffee cups but that was it. Today was to be no exception- or so I thought. I took a gulp of coffee and managed to catch his eye as i ran my tongue over my lips to catch the last drops of milky beverage. He stopped, watching my every move and i stopped licking and started nibbling my bottom lip. God - he was so hot!

I was on the mezzanine in the store room and froze when I heard the door open below. I shouldn’t have been there but had found it a useful place to skive when the shift was dragging, finding myself a pile of towels to sit on while I texted friends or read a magazine or even have a quick nap occasionally. Miss Connah always asked where I’d been and I always said the same thing, helping a client in the spa since I knew it was the only place where her all seeing cameras didn’t reach and she couldn’t deny it.

He looked up and took his sunglasses off for a moment. I couldn't be certain, but I felt sure that he had seen me. The sun was beating down upon his tanned body. He looked fantastic and I had been teasing myself all day with thoughts of the things he could do to me.

They’d always had some sort of chemistry, a kind of connection. You could even say some kind of lust for each other, since they first met. Every date they’d had since then, they went a little farther, wanted each other a little more than the last time. The first few weeks she thought maybe she just wanted him so badly she thought it was love…but as time wore on, she was proved wrong.
Being around him, this environment, even her newer friends, was changing her. She stopped playing guitar. She loved going to raves, just because of the music.

She lay on her sunlounger, brown body contained within a black and white bikini stretched taut over her soft skin. It was a kind of fifties style bikini that complemented her voluptuous figure perfectly, evoking those old films were women were truly women and breasts were abundant and appreciated.

The thing is I knew this was going to be no ordinary date. You’d phoned and left one of your deeply sensual stories for me on my mobile. “When I call you I don’t want you to answer the phone,” your husky voice had murmured earlier that day. “I am going to leave you instructions and a special scenario that will leave you in no doubt exactly how much I want you and how hard we are going to play.”

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that people are all too eager to judge on appearances. If someone’s fat, they’re considered lazy; if they’re thin people accuse them of being fashion-obsessed and desperate to impress; and if, like me, they’re blonde and large breasted, there’s only one possible explanation. They’re stupid.

It was a warm summer's evening and I had been surfing the net, checking my e-mail and looking up a few photos of lovely naked women when the doorbell rang. I hurriedly closed down the computer in case I had to invite someone in and opened the door. Maria from next door stood there. She was about the same age as me, 40, 5’6” tall slim, long legs with a good figure and short black hair. She had 2 children and was living with Mike after they had each got divorced.

“I’d really like to pork you.”
The belch that followed this erotic request only served to emphasise the charm of the speaker, an obvious City boy with a face that had the puffiness of a heavy drinker who lived on junk food, and a body that, though slim, hinted at imminent rebellion around the stomach. I guessed that he was in his twenties, money-obsessed and used to getting his own way. But, glancing at the object of his ‘affections’, I had to concede one point. He had good taste.

You’ve never taken me to a work do before, and I’m really enjoying myself. Particularly, the way that you keep looking at me, as if you can’t quite believe that it’s me you’re with. I want that reaction, and it makes me tingle, in all the right places.

Daniel and I have only been seeing each other a couple of months, and we don’t get many opportunities to spend time together due to busy fledgling careers and living in different cities. When we are together sparks fly, but up until last night I had doubts about our long term compatibility.

I've always been into networking, so when a friend introduced me to Social Animals, I signed up immediately. The site looked like a great way to make contacts all over the world, which was exactly what I needed if I wanted my career to progress. Being in marketing, I deliberately added my most flattering photograph to the site because packaging is all-important. I didn't know quite what to add in my profile, so just typed a few quick details and left it at that. I had a marketing plan to write and, with the stupidly small budget the client had given me to play with, I needed to concentrate if I was going to come up with anything good.

They hadn't seen each other for years. It was surprising to both of them that they still had these unrealised feelings for each other. But this continuing history had become more than obvious over the day while they worked as volunteers in the soup kitchen, making food for the needy and flirting ostentatiously.

When she opens the door, she gets the shock of her life. 'Oh my God,' she thinks. He is standing there, suitcase by his side, a bunch of flowers in his hand, looking at her, his vulnerability so sincere and deep, that she barely knows what to say or do. They have talked about this since they both became single, but she never thought it would happen like this.

The anticipation really starts to build as I lock my flat door and head for the tube station. Although it will be well over ten hours before I arrive in New York, I’m on my way, and quietly smile to myself at the thought of the pleasures that await for me there.

Dear Dan, since we met last week at the conference I have decided we need to work more closely together on that project we talked about. It is certainly something I believe will bring mutual benefits.