The grass had left faint impressions on our skin which showed up in the fading light as we made our way back toward the house. The evening had deepened into true night now, the stars brilliant overhead, and the air had taken on a definite chill. Toyah walked beside me, still naked, still unselfconscious, though I noticed the goosebumps rising on her arms. "Cold?" I asked, sliding my arm around her waist. "A little." She l...

​PART 2 We descended the stairs side by side, our bare feet padding softly against the wood. The late afternoon light slanted through the windows, painting golden stripes across Toyah's skin. She moved with a new looseness in her limbs, a woman who seemed at ease with her nakedness, and no sign of embarrassment at being naked, or at what we had just done. IT had been a warm afternoon, and we had had some welcome exercise,...

It all started with a message in my Swinging Heaven Inbox: "Hello - I hope you don't mind me messaging you. I have really enjoyed reading your stories. I am married, and my husband and I used to swing, but these days he seems to have lost interest in sex, whilst my own appetite is as high as ever, but I never get any attention from him. I set up this account on here again to see if anything caught my attention but have ne...

The knock came just as I was pouring my second cup of coffee. I set the pot down and crossed the kitchen, pulling open the front door to find Toyah Vasquez standing on the porch, her long dark hair spilling over her shoulders in soft waves. She was one of my neighbours, though our houses were not close. I was about 400 metres from any house. "Hey, Andy." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "This is going to sound...

Chapter Two: The Red Basque The week that followed went by with me in an almost parallel universe Trying to concentrate on the usual suspects, work, dinner, television, bed. My wife and I existed in our usual individual orbits, occasionally intersecting for mundane conversations about whose turn it was to take out the bins and was it a recycling week, or whether we needed milk. She didn't notice anything different about m...

The Wrong Address The Sat-Nav had been insistent—three miles north, turn left, third house on the right. I checked the label on the parcel one more time as I pulled into the driveway. Yes, this was the correct address. The driver had been off by exactly three miles yesterday, delivering to my doorstep instead. I could have just left it with the courier company, let them sort out their mistake. But something compelled me t...

Part Three: The Surrender The next morning after my second coffee I heard the crunch of gravel again. I'd been sitting in the lounge, reading, expecting Elena needed time to recover from the caning. But I knew she would return. Something had shifted between us, something deeper than punishment and discipline. I watched from the window as she emerged from her car. This time she wore only a short denim skirt that barely rea...

Part Two: The GardenThe next morning arrived bright and warm, the kind of summer day that made the cottage feel like the sanctuary from London life that I needed. I'd been up early, coffee in hand, when I heard the crunch of gravel in the driveway. Right on time. I watched from the window as Elena emerged from her car. She wore a pale yellow summer dress that fell to just above her knees, the fabric light and flowing in t...

I arrived early to my country cottage, looking forward to a relaxing weekend. It was one of those days when you wanted to escape the office early and beat the traffic to the countryside. There was a local lady who looked after the place when I was away, keeping everything fresh, and also arranging to clean and stock up for me when I was coming down, to avoid the chore of spending the weekend shopping. She was also a keen...

I woke up with a start, wondering briefly where I was. The morning sun was squeezing through the curtains, but my thoughts quickly changed to another question - what was that sensation in my cock, and why was it so hard? I lifted the duvet and looked down and found the answer as Alexias's face turned up towards me with her cock in my mouth. She released it - "Morning Lover" Thought I would see if you could rouse you - in...

"I think I need a second glass of that wine now" I said, with laughter in my words. And she laughed gently in response - hard to do with a mouth full of my beautifully cleaned cock, but a laugh it certainly was. She broke away and returned with both of our glasses and the half empty bottle, and we pulled ourselves up on the pillows. "To Hedonism" I toasted. "To orgasms" she replied. " May there be many more for both of us...

Please refer to the first part for the build up, To carry on... Her lips fluttered over the top, her tongue circled my bulbous head, and then I felt the warmth of her mouth envelop me and take charge of my pleasure. God she could suck, and I lost count of how many times I felt her lips slide all the way down till the cock had disappeared, and her lips were against my torso. That girl had serious cock sucking skills and wa...

It had been a long conference, and as I lived some distance away, I had decided to stay over for the night, and then drive back on the Saturday morning, rather than do a four drive on a tired head. No plans, a quick drink, just a walk around the town perhaps, followed by a bite to eat and then a drink in the bar for a nightcap. So, as I sat there in the bar, nursing my pint and watching the build up to the football, I was...

She drove along the leafy lane, looking carefully for the house number that she had received, and then just as she reached the end of the long bushy hedge, she saw it, standing out in white letters, beckoning her into the drive. Despite her qualms, the car seemed to turn without her willing it, and pulled up in the driveway. All was silent as she turned to engine off, and slowly opened the door and got out of the car. The...