Becky and Paul shared most things – as an open-minded married couple, this included sexual fantasies, many of which they acted out. A Lance Corporal in the British Army, Paul did wonders for Becky’s uniform fetish. However, as much as she loved and trusted Paul, Becky had never divulged her number one fantasy.

Tonight, however, Becky had decided to bite the figurative bullet. Paul would be home in about 20 minutes. She pulled the new negligee out of her top drawer and slid it over her shoulders, letting the fantasy unfold in her mind. She imagined Paul, with several other men dressed in uniform, surrounding her.

Becky pulled the matching skimpy panties up, wondering how damp they might become before he even came home. The squaddies in her fantasy moved in on her, quickly pulling her clothes from her. She imagined eager, masculine hands caressing her skin, her limbs, her breasts.

She walked around her marital bedroom, lighting candles, imagining the sordid positions her military gang of lovers would assume. They might force her to her knees, here, at the end of the bed, each taking pleasure in her mouth. They would bend her over the front of the low dresser here, taking turns entering her.

Becky sat on the end of the bed and pulled on her tallest heels, picturing her own body lying prone, her lovers touching, kissing, and fucking her. She indulged in her fantasy for only a moment more before she stood to look in the mirror and assess the finished product.

As she pushed open the door to the bar, her heart was racing. She knew he’d be there, waiting for her. It’d been months since they’d last seen one another and she marveled at the effect he always had on her, even before she’d laid eyes on him. Would he still be so devastatingly sexy? Of course he would. If anything, he got better with age.

Clara woke up to the sound of rain lashing against the bedroom window in their holiday apartment. Groaning, she glanced across at her boyfriend, Ben. Despite the sudden change in weather it wasn’t cold, and the bedsheets were draped across his hips, leaving his tanned upper body on display. Clara let her eyes roam across Ben’s muscular body, smiling as she thought of the numerous times she’d had her hands all over it, and he hers.

Then she slid her lips right down his shaft and took him as far into her mouth as he would go. As his dick was so large, it wasn’t all the way in, but she gripped her hand around the base of his cock and squeezed and stroked as she began to bob up and down on his erection. She flicked her tongue around his hard dick as she was sucking, making sure it was a good wet blow job, the best kind to get a man excited, Cathy knew.

After a moment’s silence, Shane’s testosterone won out and he pulled her wrist out of her pants and brought her hand to his mouth. He grinned as he saw the juices all over Cathy’s hand then took a couple of her fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking them. He continued until her fingers were clean.

As the door clicked shut behind his last client, Shane pounced on the door and locked it, flipping the sign over to read “closed” in the process.

Relieved, he shuffled to the nearest bench and sat down, the cold black leather a shocking contrast to the heat radiating from his body. He sighed and wiped his damp forehead on the towel draped around his neck.

My finger hovered over the mouse button. Should I really be doing this? I mean, wasn’t internet dating for saddos and perverts that couldn’t get laid? I had no problem getting laid, but for some reason, guys always wanted to stick around after sex. Whereas I was just after a mind-blowing fuck, and then get on with my life. I didn’t have time to mess around with dating and relationships, that kind of crap. So I clicked the button, and that was it. The ad was live.

As I pulled up outside his house, I couldn’t help but smile. I knew why I was here, he knew why I was here, and I was shivering in anticipation. I saw a net downstairs twitching. I wonder what excuse he has given to his parents, I thought. Then another twitch, from upstairs this time. He’d seen me.

It was just the heat, she told herself. Making her horny, needy. Making that sensitive nub of flesh between her legs throb and her pussy clench as if it were trying to grab something and pull it deep inside her wet warmth.

I like dressing up for him. He enjoys it when I surprise him with my different outfits and really get into the roleplay. More often than not, though, it ends up with me being the submissive one and me being his plaything. Not this time. I was dressed to seduce and control, and I planned to do exactly that.