Intense sex Stories

She closed her eyes and experienced the music. My fingers danced in the ballroom of her pubic mound, soft ginger strands exciting the nerve endings in my fingers as they moved gently and unhindered through her well-trimmed and sensuous thatch. She murmured her approval and reached behind her to touch my face. "That's nice, Derek," she whispered. She took my hand and moved it slightly downwards, parting the lips of her lab...

The phone woke me at 4:30 in the evening. It took me a second or two to recognise my whereabouts. The feel of Natalie’s naked body against mine reminded me. I smiled as I recalled the few pleasant hours ensconced in her arms and the playful banter she insisted was necessary. I touched her porcelain smooth skin as I reached to the floor to pick up my phone. “Tony Harris.” “Pat Dennison, Tony, am I disturbing you?” “I was j...

I hate those Saturday afternoons when there’s an international Rugby game in Dublin. Scots running around town wearing kilts shouting, “There’s nothing worn under ma kilt.” If not, then it’s English fans singing Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. This features various gestures that they have to include. Get one wrong, and you have to knock a drink back. It usually ends up with both the fans and the pub in a mess. I like the French...