SEX STORIES

I was sitting in one of the most exclusive cocktail bar and casino in Manchester, Manchester 235, sipping frosty Margaritas with my girlfriend Scarlett when I spotted him, he was leaning against the wall outside, draining the last of a cigarette. His dark hair was lying against his dark skin, covering an inch of his forehead and his hazel eyes carried a cheeky glint in them. I almost choked on my cocktail as I saw him wandering into the bar, hands pushed into his pocket, eyes scanning the room.

I knew I had knocked back one too many rum and cokes, but the atmosphere was so buzzing, I couldnt help myself. We had united with a great posse of girls, or as my friend would vulgarly put it a ‘pussy posse.’ I watched as the dark haired girl danced with her friend, feeling more and more aroused as she and her friend ground together, touching each other’s hair and boobs.

Finally, after so much back and forth, we had met up. He was a guy I had been chatting with on Facebook for a few weeks and our texts had grown flirtatious. We met together in London outside a bar and I couldn’t tell if there was chemistry or not, although I did fancy him.

My wife had been getting restless recently, we had been together for eleven years and it was clear we needed an extra string in our bow sexually. We had tried nearly everything to spice up our sex life, but one day over my morning coffee, she made my day.

It was daunting being a trainee nurse in the busy A&E ward, straightening my uniform in the staff room and giving myself a last slick of lip-gloss I strolled into the ward to begin my nurses rounds.

I was burning with anger, why was I in daddy’s office again? What had I done that was so wrong except live my life and enjoy what is rightfully mine? The old man, dressed in his tweed overcoat, with patches of leather and scrapes of dirt, reminiscent of his recent hunting expedition on the elbows traced the outside of the room, walking round and round in circles, making me more and more dizzy as I awaited another of his rages.

As I drive ferociously on the motorway, at top speed, I can’t help but suppress a naughty giggle as the song ‘make love in this club’ comes on the radio. It brings back memories of the most erotic encounter of my life, in a tiny bathroom cubicle in one of the hottest clubs in London.

I woke up late this morning…..A bit weary and my head was clouded. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down to savor it, when there was a knock on my front door.

Several months ago I discovered a great hiking trail in the foothills of the mountains near my home. I love being outdoors and enjoy hiking and biking alone so I can go at my own pace.

I was shopping for a pair of jeans in a department store in my home town. I had selected two pairs to try on, but the changing room was closed. I asked an assistant, who said that because of the current change in weather a lot of the staff had phoned in ill, resulting in the shop being unable to keep all the changing rooms open. Because of this, male and female customers were requested to use the same changing area.